Sunday Love

It would be quite easy for me to write about how beautiful Sunday was in downtown Charleston.

It would be easy to describe the quick kisses the wind left on our faces.

It would be easy to describe the gentle embrace the sun spoiled us with for hours.

It would be easy to describe the perfect balance of hushed voices and jubilant exchanges on King Street.

It would be easy to describe the romance of new memories having old buildings as backdrops.

It would be easy to describe the way time slowed down on a day that we welcomed just a few more moments of sunshine. . .

But, I won’t,  I’ll show you.

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