its'all i got
he said
the sun was setting over the pacific and although we thought that we had hiked a good bit up the hills, i swore i could still smell -- very faintly -- the delicious odor of fish on the grill. i salivated and a warm breeze picked up tousling his hair; lit up and a live, suddenly glowing auburn and yellow from the slant rays it appeared, as like a beautiful visage.