#AutumnWriting day 4 - storm

“Only you would think it’s romantic to go to the beach in October storms!” I tilt my head into the wind and yell, “Babe, don’t you feel invigorated?” He growls, “I feel cold and all stormed out. I’m going to the beach cafe, and get coffee to warm up.” I turn to him and grin, “Get me a hot cocoa.” He kisses me gently and says, “Will you drink it while it’s still hot?” I grin, brush the hair out of my face and yell, “Probably not.” I push myself to the flood line, head in the wind, the water raging at my feet. I yell into the storm, “I love my life!” I can vaguely hear my husband yell in the background, “You utter weirdo!” I grin into the storm and feel all my anxiety dissipate in the howling wind. Suddenly the thought of hot cocoa is too unbearable to resist. I run through the wet sand, my hair whisking in my face. I laugh as I try to run past my husband. He catches me around the waist, and wraps his arms around me. “Had enough?” My laughter is so light and joyful, “Never! But I want…

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