51 - Fred

Despite the mild weather, there was still sun on our heads, allowing many people to take risks inside the sea. Tybee Island was not as crowded as I thought, in a way some people felt intimidated by the weather.

Although it seemed ideal for that time of year. If we were not in a dry place, it would be crazy to say that we would go to the beach or go into the sea in the middle of winter. But in Georgia that was possible.

"Are we there? "Be Becca asked, watching around.

“ Yes. "I turned off the car and watched her. "You don't know many things around here, do you?”

She still seemed busy recording every little space on the beach. I took the opportunity to observe her better. The face is already blushing, the hair of an intense blonde, whose strands were stuck. She looked younger than she really was. Too innocent. I'm glad we had a part of that conversation earlier, because at least I could have the freedom to admire her without fear.

"I haven't come to this state for a walk in years, Fried