[He chases an errant drop of ice cream with his tongue, staring thoughtfully out at the grey expanse of the ocean. It is beautiful - always beautiful. But strange. Similar, but like walking into a room you know inside out and finding someone has moved the furniture one inch to the left. Familiar, yet off.]
Only ... grey at night, instead of a deep navy. Still, I would like to paint it someday. If only for memories once we return the sky to its usual shade.
[No, he's not going to make her stay up until midnight while he paints the ocean. He'll come back another time.]
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[He chases an errant drop of ice cream with his tongue, staring thoughtfully out at the grey expanse of the ocean. It is beautiful - always beautiful. But strange. Similar, but like walking into a room you know inside out and finding someone has moved the furniture one inch to the left. Familiar, yet off.]
Only ... grey at night, instead of a deep navy. Still, I would like to paint it someday. If only for memories once we return the sky to its usual shade.
[No, he's not going to make her stay up until midnight while he paints the ocean. He'll come back another time.]