A Gentle Sea Breeze

The cool ocean breeze brushed softly across my face, and suddenly my fingers began to tingle. I looked down at my left hand, where little Henry sat perched quietly. Carefully, I lifted my arm just a fraction of an inch and nudged Henry closer to me. To my wonder, I felt the fine, damp grains of sand shifting ever so slightly under my feet. Across the sand, a wild gull stood watching us by the retreating foam. We are truly standing here together, warm and whole.