Under the soft silver of the moon
A couple of years ago, I shared one of the most unexpectedly beautiful evenings of my life with someone special. We’d seen each other around before familiar faces in familiar spaces but we hadn’t truly spoken until that day. Something just clicked when we finally did. She smiled and said, “Would you like to meet outside practice sometime?” I hesitated for a moment more out of surprise than doubt but something in her eyes made me say yes. That evening, I already had somewhere to be, but I figured it would be quick maybe an hour at most. We met up, and she suggested, “Let’s walk along the beach.” We slipped past the thick trees that separated the world we knew from the shoreline, and just like that, everything changed. The beach was nearly empty, quiet except for the sound of the waves washing over the sand. We walked, side by side, no destination, just conversation. Time moved differently there I didn’t notice it passing. I remember her looking out at the sunset, comple...