Saltwater, pink sun-kissed skin next to brown, red hair, gleaming gold contrasts to black, shimmering blue, one hand clinging to another. Lives on hold, they follow impressions in the sand, spread before them.
Where do the footprints lead? Back to the frustration of self-denial, to the tedium of day-to-day responsibility, and to the isolation of protocols at night?
Or to the satisfaction of self-realization, to the excitement of daily discoveries, and to the pleasure of surrender to, and company of each other?
A look, a kiss, a question, and the sands of decision become the rocks of devotion and love.