The sweet smell of pine prickles my nose. It reminds me of that summer I met you under the stars. Seems like only yesterday your strong hand grabbed mine so tenderly. With grainy sand between our toes, we walked along the moonlit beach. The ocean waves lapped against the shoreline we strolled. As we gazed at the beautiful night sky, the heavens twinkled and smiled. Morning came as I woke up in your arms. Gently a breeze flowed in through the open window. On it was carried the scent of a pine tree - the very tree that became memory's bliss.