I couldn’t help staring at his face. We laid on a blanket on the beach, the waves crashing against the pier. The clear night sky filled with stars and a full blood moon shone down on us. Nothing compared to my husbands profile. He kept his hair short; a buzz cut every few weeks just like I did with my undercut. He wore black rimmed glasses and the paint was chipping on the sides. His sideburns were dark and met his beard. It was fall so he was beginning to grow it out for winter.
His lips pursed at the beauty above as mine did at the beauty of him.
In that moment, I was jealous of the sky as he peered into it with his eyes, blue as violent waves of a hurricane.