Sun and sand and a peach cooler.
We had the sea as our backyard.
We took our kayaks too far.
Watched the sun set with Lour, and realized that I hadn't seen the sun set for like, ever, maybe.
Lour: It's so beautiful I think I'm going to cry.
Kara: Let's hug while watching it set.
An oil rig type ship from a distance played sad songs over what sounded like scratchy, rustic speaker phones.
Maybe lamentations.
Does oil come from dinosaurs?
The hilarity of talking about how our house on stilts reminded us of the horror movie, "I Know What you Did Last Summer".
How stupid those girls were because they always ran to places with no escape.
And how that night, the power went out in our island, and the phone had no dial tone.
"This is how horror movies start..."
Six girls hiding under the blankets, our own slasher film.
And now all that's left are traces of:
Asti in coffee cups.
Chocolate almonds.
Strawberry liqueur.
