Pretty pastel palaces in perfectly pristine rows
A blur of lavender and peach, blue and yellow
A living mosaic of my wildest dreams
We stumbled upon in this coastal Carolina town, on the edge of the mighty Atlantic Sea

The mist of cool salt-water touches my sun-burnt skin
Curling long tendrils of my dark hair as it twists erratically in the wind
I bury my writhing toes in the warm sand that stretches out before me
Though I don't know which view is most serene

The unsteady waves crashing against this empty beach
As the sun rises in the sky above the sea
Or the smile on his face when he...