Happiness Is a Warm BumSix o’clock on a Sunday morning was the best time to walk the beach. I enjoyed a leisurely stroll, no matter the weather, pretty much every day. I’d lived next to water most of my life, and preferred it that way.
I liked to gather strange-shaped rocks, broken glass, anything that was unique and interesting as I took my stroll. I’d carry tiny treasures home in my pockets.
As I watched the sky lighten bit by bit, I thought about all the things I’d done and still hoped to accomplish. I’d just turned fifty and had no children, though my employees could be considered such, I suppose. The bookstore in town was my baby, but lately, I needed something…more.
I wasn’t in the closet, but I hadn’t necessarily announced my preferences to the world when I moved here eleven year
