Hubby and I were sitting sipping some sparkling wine and eating a mixture of cheeses from our picnic basket when a chilled breeze came off the ocean and clouds started gathering above us hiding the planes taking off from LAX.
The waves gathered more white tops and we gathered close snuggling to hold off the wind while watching the ocean spin and twirl. We weren’t worried about a warm Californian rain but as a sharp piece of ice hit the edge of my champagne flute shattering it in my palm we panicked thinking how far it would take the get to the car.
More and more hail rained down upon us turning our flesh bright red, with purple and blue welts raising on our skin. We ran to the doorway of the public baths gathering with a group of strangers in the doorway hoping for a break in the weather.
We ran our hands over each others stinging skin laughing at the way our date had ended. Another one for the memory books.