She stood by the window, the outline of her body silhouetted against the deep blue of the night sky and the rippling blanket of the sea. The translucent linen of the curtains pawed softly against her skin. A gentle ghost.
The sound of the white wave plumes crashing against the rocks below undulated in his ears rhythmically.
Calm.
She turned her face from the sea and surveyed him over her shoulder.
Sat in a lounge chair in the centre of the apartment, he gazed at her splendor in silence.