Nate stood on deck watching the ripple of the waves as the vessel left its mark on the waters. It wasn't every day that he used it. He was thankful to have a reason though.
His life had recently taken a glum turn. That was before he met Halle. Had it been any other woman, he would've simply hosted a candlelit dinner, but he saw her as more than just a simple candlelit dinner. She was his muse.
Situated below deck, Halle sat behind the study table concentrating on her writing. With a little help on Nate's part, she was certain to bear fruit. Her hands were swift and steady against the keys of the typewriter. She had so much excited tension within her hands and potential not to be wasted.
Nate's mother and Pam had one thing in common. They both often told him.
If you witness a spark of p
