BALM

It was golden hour when the sun first kissed their skin. The warm rays gently filtered through the soft mist rising from the ocean, casting a warm glow on the pristine sands of Ko Samui. Piper and Perro stood at the water’s edge, toes sinking into the cool, damp shoreline as the tide kissed their feet. The air, thick with the scent of balmy sea breeze and blooming sampaquita, carried the distant sound of waves crashing against the rocks, while the palm trees overhead swayed in rhythm with the evening breeze.