Maui. Midsummer. I was standing on the beach with my sweetheart, watching the sun slowly descend until it just kissed the water. It was a magical night. The breeze tickled the freshly blooming flowers blowing delectable scents my direction. My tropical shirt gently rustled in the breeze as I told myself that I wasn’t going back.
At least if I was going back, I wasn’t going to acknowledge it now. Not while the magic of nightfall was still with us. I wrapped an arm around my wife and she shivered in the dying light. This, I realized, is what it is all about.
And then, in the distance, there were fireworks. At least that’s my story, and I’m sticking with it.