Going to the beach was always their favourite thing to do. Even just for a walk, she wearing a cotton print summer dress, he in shorts and shirt, with their panama hats, their books and sunglasses. She knew locals talked a lot about them, "the rich couple at the villa". Some favourably, some not so much. She did not care. As long as they could come in August and stay through mid September. Soak up the sun, enjoy the warmth of the sea and each other, watch endless sunsets come and go, sometimes even stay up till sunrise, with lots of cool wine the colour of white gold. Seasons change, but for her it would always be summer. How did that Future Islands song go (the one from Singles)? "As it breaks, the summer will warm". And it always did.