We were there. There in the soft, cold sand. The wind coming from the Pacific was chilling with each gust, so you held me close. The mist made the ocean look untouchable, but we managed to get our feet wet.
There we were, holding hands and running again. Only this time, it was not raining, and we were not trapped in a small town.
This time, we ran into the beautiful unknown at our most desired location.