It was the middle of August,
All the music had finished in the bars,
The walk home along the promenade should have taken but a a few minutes to get to our apartment.
The air was so warm and heavy with the smell of jasmine,
the sea glinting under the light of the moon and there was just the sound of the lapping of the waves as they gently carressed the sands.
A full moon and a starry sky, lights twinkling on the horizon as another cruise ship leaves Marmaris.
Two people walking together, no worries,a gaze and a smile
Just a faint hope that this memory could last forever.
Gene