The wind smells salty. The sand crunches under our feet. My daughter and I are walking along the white sand beach. Tomorrow she will get married and then go away with her husband. That's why I want to spend a lot of time with her before her big day.
The wind gently blows us face. The waves that wash ashore make the hem of our clothes wet and heavy. Arm in arm we walk along the beach and along this special day