Beach:
River sat on the blanket, tucking her feet into the soft and warm sand. She sighed, taking in the softly lit view of the seagulls dropping onto the New Jersey oceanfront. One landed close, trying to sneak off with the last of her ice cream cone. She tossed it the end, and it picked at it with its beak.
The light wind ruffled her hair, twisting and knotting it up more than it already was. She smiled, feeling the heat of the day on her bare shoulders, enjoying that she wore a strapless sundress. Her husband laid next to her, slurping up his melting ice cream cone, missing a drop that fell on his shirt. She laughed, handing him a napkin. He blushed, crunched on the cone, then finished it in one big bite. He wrapped his arm around her, and they laid in the sand, watching the sunset. River sighed, content in her perfect moment. She placed a hand on his chest, and snuggled deeper into the Doctor's arms.
It sure was a nice day to be alive.
Thank You for reading
-The Lost Writer's Soul