Kissing her is like drinking salted water, he thinks. His thirst only increases.

The cure for anything is salt water. Sweat, tears, or the ocean.

We hit the sunny beaches where we occupy ourselves keeping the sun off our skin, the saltwater off our bodies, and the sand out of our belongings.

The sea was like another member of the household, a recalcitrant child at times, a soothing aunt at others. She crooned them awake; she crooned them to sleep. Everywhere, there was the smell of salt.