On Tuesday nights, my man and I share a sweet spot. We grab our chairs and sit for a spell on a park bridge overlooking an inlet. The waves quiet my soul, and a lighthouse serves as a backdrop for birds flittering by and boats skipping on the water.
We don’t say much. We hold hands. We follow the path of a pelican as it hunts after fish, and we laugh as the wind blows my hair all topsy-turvy.
On days when life crashes in, this view breathes life into our weary souls.
Q4U: What’s your sweet spot?
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