It's evening, and we are walking on the beach. The sun is going down, and the sky is so beautiful. She is beautiful too, and laughs like a pixie. Of course, I've never seen or heard a pixie, but I love her. I haven't told her that. I am waiting for the right moment, the time when the words come out naturally, flow without effort, and her laugh makes it seem like that moment is just a few steps away.
"What are you thinking?" she asks.
I look into her eyes and see that they are smiling as much as her lips. "I think..." I kiss her on the tip of her nose. "I'm lucky I missed that right turn a month ago."
"Oh, you're too romantic for your own good."
"Yeah, you're missing the moment."
My walking rhythm misses a beat. No, she couldn't have heard me. I was just thinking. Wasn't I? "The moment?"
"Yes, silly. The day you missed the turn, is in the past, and tomorrow is in the future. Both the past and the future are out of reach. We only have the moment that is here, and now. This place, this Sun, this sand, this kiss." Now it is her turn to kiss me. "Don't you get it? You'll never be happy until you realize that."
I take hold of her waist, pull her in, and we kiss. "I'm quite happy at this moment." Then we start walking again, and for a while, we walk on in silence. "By the way, what do you want to do tomorrow?" I ask.
She looks at me, then her eyes drift towards the sea. My eyes follow. What a beautiful sunset, the light reflects in the calm ocean, there is only a light breeze. The whole scene looks picture-postcardish, or something one should capture on the phone and post on Facebook, or Instagram or somewhere so others can see it too.
"I'll catch the Sun for you."
I stop walking, confused, and look at her. I've known her long enough to know that it's just her imagination that is running wild. She has a way of talking that sometimes leaves me behind, and then my head has to chase after her ideas. Sometimes, but not always, catching up with them.
"No, I haven't gone crazy," she says, and walks to the sea, with her head turned towards me. "You've got a camera in your phone. Take my picture when I've got my hand under the Sun."
I get it and smile. She is full of ideas that come out of nowhere. It's one of many things I love about her. So I watch her as she pulls up her trousers so they won't get wet, and walks into the sea. When the sea reaches her calves she stops, and bends over, looks towards me. "Tell me when." Then she looks down so it will appear that she is looking at the sun in her hand.
I level, and point my phone, compose the picture, the sun is just above her hand. "A little lower. A little lower," I guide her. "That's it." I take the photo.
She looks to me. "How does it look?"
"Hm, good, the Sun makes a nice silhouette out of your body, but your ass sticks out a little," I say with a slight grin. I want to make light of this moment. Don't get serious too soon. It's not time yet.
"What? I bring you the Sun, and you make fun of me." She frowns in the fakest way, then smiles again, and playfully kicks a bit of sea water towards me, misses. I put my phone down on the sand, and walk to her. I don't pull up my trousers as I walk into the sea. They get wet, but I don't care. She goes down and splashes sea water over me. At first, I try to defend myself with my hands. That doesn't really work, so I splash her with sea water too. We must look like overgrown kids as we play.
Finally, I get to her, both of us are wet through by then, and we kiss. I lose my footing and pull her down with me in the fall. She ends on top of me laughing, and I laugh too. For a few moments, we lay there looking into each other's eyes.
"Do you know what?" she asks.
"You are a little wet."
"Really, I hadn't noticed."
We kiss, then get up, and onto the beach. We don't have a towel or anything to use to dry off. The Sun is just about to set, and the heat is leaving with it.
"It's getting cold. Let's run back," she says as we stand there.
The moment has passed, so I agree, and we run, or maybe we jog, neither of us is really a strong athlete, more into strolls than marathons, and never, ever iron man or something that extreme. Behind us, the Sun finally descends below the horizon, but we don't look back. I suddenly remember something she said when I'd known her for a couple of days: "I don't ever look back." Maybe I love her because of that certainty because she is so confident that she knows everything that she needs to know. I've never had that. We get back, take showers, and go to bed. It is a good night, and I don't fall asleep until three, or something.
The next morning, I wake up alone in our bed. For a couple of moments, I just lay there, then turn and see no one there. I don't hear the shower, and I sit up. Her clothes aren't on the chair either. Then I notice that there is a note on her pillow. I take it up to read: "I'm very sorry, but I have to leave. Stay happy, and be in the moment."