The Perfect Weekend

My idea of a perfect weekend is at a secluded beach not too far away spent in the company of a friend who will not impose conversation on me. We’d stock the car with music, books, and an overnight bag. We’d walk on the sand and play in the water when the air is cool. For the rest, we would lie on hammocks or lounge in wide, comfortable chairs letting the sea breeze play on our faces, while we read book after another. Then we’d drive back home, dusk sweeping its way inside the car to mingle with the music.