The water is rather busy today, sending the small white paddleboat moving through the water. It’s not at all cool like Tonya predicted, but sunny and clear. Alex rows the small boat, slapping the oars into the water. They have no real direction in sight; just the idea of being out and enjoying the city is direction enough. It’s a good day for the couple, celebrating their year anniversary. Life is abundant in the oasis of coffee drinkers, poets, readers, writers, and tourists. Yachts and boats of all sizes can be seen taking advantage of Earth’s most valuable treasures. The elements combine with the senses to these two of how lucky they are to have one another. Tonya sits back in the boat watching him row, observing how his chest muscles contract as his arms turn. The red polo shirt he has on covers his torso, but she can still see his body structure. The sun shines down on his legs, exposed because of his shorts, making them glisten. Thoughts of this being unreal enter her mind, wondering also what he’s thinking about. Turning to look in the distance, Alex observes her new direction, and focuses on her long, elegant neck. The soft breeze lifts her hair briefly off her right shoulder, but rests back on the collar of the white shirt she’s wearing. Closing her eyes and smelling the fresh air, Alex admires her long lashes, and those beautiful long legs that emerge from her tan shorts. It amazes him how beautiful she is, moving his eyes from the edge of her shorts where her legs and the edge meet, down to her feet, exposed by her sandals. Looking back into her face, he notices her looking at him. “Can I help you sir?” she asks in a sweet seductive voice. “Trust me, you already have.” The two smile, still amazed that their love still feels brand new.
