Dominican, September 2015
As the sun dipped toward the horizon in the Dominican Republic, the world seemed to slow to match the rhythm of the waves. Watching my wife stand at the water’s edge, silhouetted against the fading light, felt like one of those quiet moments you don’t plan but always remember. The sky softened into warm colours, the sea stretched endlessly ahead, and everything else faded into the background. It was peaceful, grounding, and a gentle reminder of how special it is to share stillness like that, in a place so far from everyday life.
Watching my wife play golf was a reminder that some moments don’t need to be loud to be memorable. There was a calm confidence in the way she lined up each shot, the course stretching out around her under open skies. Time seemed to move a little slower out there — just the sound of the club, the grass underfoot, and the focus of the game. It wasn’t about the scorecard, but about being present in the moment, enjoying the space, the rhythm, and the simple pleasure of the day.
