by Yadi Set
A very fond memory I have was the day I went to the beach on our day off with my coworker. We drove through the winding highway surrounded by trees with the sunroof down and music blasting through the speakers. When we arrived at Santa Cruz, we decided to go on a walk on the boardwalk. It was a nice, sunny day outside with the sun shining through the various shapes and sizes of clouds in the sky. I can hear the breeze, the crashing of the waves onto the beach, the crying of hungry seagulls, and the distant sound of the roaring roller coaster with the screams coming from the riders. As the sun set, we chased around seagulls, and I asked him to run into the water with me. I felt pure joy as we rushed together into the freezing oceaning, laughing as we dodged the waves. When it got dark, we got back into the car, drove to Capitola, and found a spot to park on the cliffs. We walked down onto the beach with no light guiding us except for the dim lights coming from the moon and our phones. I could see nothing but the starlight that shone on his face and hear nothing else but the waves crashing onto the shore. It was truly a perfect day, and I felt nothing else but peace and the feeling that I am falling for him. Two weeks later, we broke the number one rule: don’t date your coworker.
The Bolt Magazine 