It was balmy summer’s night, ripe for romance. The full moon, its silvered pathway to a far horizon, invited them to take one last walk by the sea. Soft waves stirred the shingle, a gentle lullaby ordinarily willing them to dreamy sleep. A faint aroma of summer flowers from seaside gardens mixed with the tang of salt and seaweed. They walked on slowly, oblivious to the magic, their senses in denial, their differences unresolved.