I dreamt of you last night. I dreamt I was alone on Tybee. The surf reminded me of our conversations--of the passing of days when things didn't matter so much. When love was the only thing between us. Back when we didn't worry about money, or mortgages, or all this craziness that has come to steal away our joy. I thought of you...dreamt of you on Tybee, when the days lingered in the fullness of our kiss...and the nights surrendered to bliss. Those nights when the breeze that blew in, blew with it happiness. Happiness on Tybee.