Pink Lemonade

The heat of the day softens as the sun begins to slide toward the horizon, tinting the sky with a golden sunset, The air is still warm, the kind that clings gently to your skin, carrying the amazing balance of island warmth and that cool ocean breeze. In your hand, the condensation from the cup gathers in droplets that run down your fingers, cool against the fading warmth of the evening.

The first sip is electric. The sharp, citrus tang of freshly squeezed Meyer Lemons meeting the soft sweetness of sun-ripened strawberries. Tiny seeds swirl through your drink, as you stir the drink with your straw, it catches the last bits of sunlight and shimmers in the cup. The flavors burst across your tongue, tart and juicy. It instantly makes you salivate. The balance between the two is immaculate. The bitter lemon, sweetish-tartness of the strawberries, the chill from the melting ice all tastes like a few sips of Heaven.

You can taste your vacation in it, the ocean salt in the air, the laughter drifting from the boardwalk, distant rhythm of the waves rolling against the shore. As the sun settles and the ice melts, the lemonade glows almost translucent, it’s as if the evening itself has been poured over ice.