skylessnights:It is summer, one of the first fine days. We are on the beach after lunch, our backs
skylessnights: It is summer, one of the first fine days. We are on the beach after lunch, our backs to a sloping piece of driftwood. The sun is high, and the air warm around us. Beside me, Achilles shifts, and his foot falls open against mine. It is cool, and chafed pink from the sand, soft from a winter indoors. He hums something, a piece of a song he had played earlier. ― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles -- source link