“God, it’s beautiful,” Amelia sighed, looking out over the railing of the dock at the bay spread out in front of them.
“I suppose,” Luke shrugged, “When you grow up near it, it doesn’t seem as impressive.”
“Oh come on.” Amelia put an arm around Luke and made him stand up at the railing with her. “Don’t become desensitized to beauty. That way leads to a sad and miserable life.”
Luke laughed, letting himself be pulled forward easily. “I guess it is pretty nice.” He leant against the railing. “The sunset is quite amazing.”
“That’s the spirit,” Amelia laughed, “Not too hard, was it?”