Sitting at the top of the hill yesterday afternoon and looking down at the ocean,
the wind blowing a warm (yes, I said warm) breeze,
Ron and Sophie lying on the grass at the edge,
the sea stretching out beyond the horizon,
with the sun bouncing off its every ripple,
a lone surfer heading back up the hill with his surfboard,
a seagull came floating by below us.
It was that tranquil.