We drove down a long road not a person did we see.
We walked down a trail only knowing that the beach was certainly there.
We heard the waves, a few birds, and the palms blowing in the breeze.
White sand.
Add a few clouds for the sake of definition.
And a million, and I mean a million shades of sparkling blue.
Even French Husband's shirt matched the color of the sea.
I closed my eyes, opened them again, laughed out loud,
"Paradise found."
Then I hugged French Husband, and kicked off my sandals.
When I turned around, French Husband had taken off far more than his shoes….
He looked at me and said, "What? Do you see anyone around?"
"No."
"Well then?"
A "FOR SALE" sign on a palm tree did not blink an eye.
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