Our Happy Place

The anchor is released from the sand below the ocean, engine revving while the waves manoeuvre the boat back and forth, we ride past the islands that stand alone as the water gets deeper and bluer. The water jumps up hitting against my lips, making my lips salty, a satisfying taste. The breeze runs through my thick curls as I look around in awe. The boat doing a million jumping jacks as the waves travel underneath us, plastering smiles of delight across our faces. We found our happy place.