You sat in one of the old rockers on the porch of Cordelia’s beachside home on the outskirts of her town, Back O’ The Moon.

You watched with a soft smile on your face as she danced along the sand to the operatic music coming from the record player on the table next to you.

She swung her body around melodically, as if her every movement was a worship to the gods.

You sipped from your glass of Scotch, something she refused to drink.

Cordi was a very natural woman. She believed in natural medicine for minor ailments or injuries- she wasn't about to attempt to cure cancer with Thyme. She grew her own fruit and vegetables and kept chicken for meat. She either made everything she had or bought it locally and handmade. She refused to smoke cigarettes or joints she hadn't rolled, or drink anything other than the fruity red wine a friend of hers down the road bottled.

She was nothing if not eccentric, and, by Christian belief a sinner and a condemned soul, but she was beautiful.

She was funny, and an incredible listener. She was sweet and caring, and had one of the most beautiful souls to ever bear the curse of walking this earth. Not to mention, the sex was fucking insane.

You watched as the fading sun caressed the waves and the sand and her skin. When the sun had finally set and she was done with her ritual-like dance, she ran up the steps and flung herself into your arms.

Her breathing was a little heavy and her cheeks were flushed, but she let out the most infectiously joyous and effortlessly charming little laugh. You pressed a flurry of kisses to the freckles that the sun had created on her face, and then the tattoos the decorated her arms.

"Oh, my star!" The blonde cried out, unable to bring herself into pretending she was annoyed.

You had come down to help your Aunt run her bakery for the summer, but you had a blue-collar contracting job to return to. But neither of you wanted to think of it.

As your darling always said, "What point is there to telling a blooming rose it will become a stem once Autumn arrives? That knowledge was the cost of such beautiful petals."

So, you just stroked her cheeks and her body, and basked in the warmth she provided.