A day and a night before I moved back into the city, we spent the night at the beach. I was too drunk to take pictures that evening (perhaps you remember this?) but I did catch some while we were waking up.
Our sleeping spot and the sand-covered fire pit around which we danced, lugged around heavy logs, laughed, and spit gin.
The sunrise.

I am so glad you came out that weekend. I told you at the time but maybe you don't understand the real value of it:
You were the best date I had ever brought.

And there is no competition at all.