It’s a warm day of early summer. The sun’s shining and occasional perfectly white clouds glide in the sky. The beach is a large, isolated one with birch trees lining the sand. We arrive at the end of a dirt road that leads to the beach, park the car and hop out. There are a few other cars, I count five. I look at my watch, it’s six thirty.
“We’re right on time.”
I grab the towels and icebox, you the food. We make our way through a winding path between the black and white trunks and see the beach stretching out in front of us. We’re not alone there, but it’s only a dozen or so other people, that have found the place as well. I choose a spot directly under a birch’s branches, still on the sand. I feel it hot under my bare feet, it’s been soaking up the sun’s heat all day. I spread the towels next to each other, creating a square to lay on.
“Fancy a drink?”
I open the icebox and pull out two ciders. We sip on our drinks for a while, marveling the weather and the slowly descending sun in the horizon. It’s still warm, and being next to you is making me feel even warmer. I look at your figure, admiring how your cyan bikini is bringing out your hair color.
“Let’s go for a dip!”
I take hold of your hand and pull you up. Hand in hand, we run down to the waterline and stop. I try the water with my big toe, it’s still warm enough to swim in.