It was ten or so. The sun was already hidden behind the sea which was calm on this summer evening. The sky was still reflecting the warm day we had lived. Sitting on the wet and fresh sand, staring at the waves crashing near our feet, we were talking. Behind us, an orange and well-rounded moon was rising in the sky from the dune and slowly reaching its place in a sky filled with stars.
I don’t know if it was because of the beauty of the place, or the beauty of the moment, or because of the drug I had smoked, but at this exact moment, I knew what happiness was like.