When they reached the indistinct border between the loose sand and the slightly damp rim of the water's reach, Lois veered slightly so that they walked parallel to the ocean. Clark breathed the salty air deep into his lungs and listened to the muted pulse of the waves and the squeaky tempo of their footsteps. The breeze skipped over the water and lingered in Lois's hair, separating strands and positioning them slantwise against the swinging drape.
If he concentrated, he could hear the swish-swish as it brushed against her shoulders in harmony with her stride.
Her head turned to him, and her hand lifted in an attempt to restore some order. "I should have tied back my hair," she said.
"No," Clark said - too sharply. He gave her a smile. "No," he said more softly. "I like watching the wind play with your hair."
She lowered her hand. "It will be knotty later."
He could tell from her smile that she didn't mind. "Do you still have that de-tangling spray?"
"Yes."
"Would you let me to comb out your hair tonight?"
She smiled again. "I'd like that."
Thanks
Corrina.
