There is a special place one finds only at the end of a perfect weekend - after the wining, after the dining, after the swaying, after the ice-cream.
It’s a place surprisingly not too far off the beaten track yet seemingly untouched by the sounds and struggles of the city.
A place where waves gently kiss the rocks; where geese and ducks and otters happen by with casual familiarity; a place where memories go to cement their position in the albums of the mind; a place marked by emotion where all can be said with a caress.
I cannot tell you the location of this haven since it is unique to each person. Suffice to say that for a brief moment in time, I found that place and have made a promise to my soul to one day return.
We should all be so lucky...
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