Barefoot walking on the beach mid morning, shirt off in one hand and by my side is my wonderful wife. Sun is hot and the ocean is so blue,green that your eyes are near visionary overload with beauty. The ear to the water is engrossed in the lapping sounds of the gentle waves. The ear to the beach hears laughter, patois, and reggae tunes in the distance. Smells are food cooking, light fragrance of ganj.

At this point no words are necessary between Badnaz and I, just to reach out and touch her and know that she completely gets whats happening to us at that moment. And finally truly believing at that moment the slower that we walk down the beach we might be able to freeze time and make this feeling last forever.

Irie,
Jamb