"Should we go?" my husband asked. I glared at him. It took us four hours to get up here, and he wants to leave? No. We went in and set our stuff down.
"Should we go?" my husband asked. I glared at him again.
"Four hours," I said. We kept swimming. There was no lightning or thunder anywhere, but I kept an eye out anyway. And in about five minutes, this was the view:
But the best view ever? My two favorite men. What could be better than that?
3.) Your favorite summer view so far.