Warm Nights.

We sat on a concrete slab overlooking the harbor,  sun kissed and happy. Joe shucked oysters; we ate fresh shrimp, catfish, and hushpuppies and drank sweet iced tea. We gazed upon the beautiful sky and stars and delighted in the warm evening free of sweaters and scarves. We were star struck to see marine one fly by and found ourselves pointing at the sky. It was the kind of evening that seems to last forever and you are happy because you want it to never end.