It was a warm day, the sun shining with confidence,a bright turquoise blue splashed across the sky. A day to wear a crisp linen pink shirt, light white capris and transcluscent escada shades and amble around barefoot on the beach.

Chris understood this...she didnt waste too much time dressing up. She lived the mood the day commanded. She drew the curtains back and the bright blue sky and ocean together beckoned her presence. An hour later she was a pink dot on the vast white sand beaches of St. Tropez.

The splash of the waves, gulls gently screeching somewhere...and the wind blowing against her hair and shoulders...these were all she was aware of. Its days like these, she thought, that she had always longed for...and yet...