The smell of sun soaked pine is intoxicating. It fills my lungs as we walk through the rows of tall evergreen, the forest floor carpeted in fragrant needles, muffling our every step.
A breeze rustles over head, bringing sweet relief from the stifling early-summer heat. It’s only June and already the air is thick and restless. As we wander, my heart follows in wonder. Here I am, enveloped in heat and the spark of young love. He walks next to me, footsteps falling in stride with mine.
The trees break, giving way to the soft sloping beach below with waves stirring on the shore. We sit, feet in the water, eating sweet summer strawberries, laughing for the magic of it all.