Unphotographable

The picture I did not take was of us, as we laid on the beach, taking in what was left of the evening sun. The waves lapped lazily on the shore infront of us. I looked at our feet, covered in small rocks and sand, toes squirming in pace with our giddy hearts. You inaudibly gasped as I moved my foot closer to yours, and the sun finally gave way and the night made for our new beginning.