"This porch, this deck. These drinks and trees. These things are more real than anything else you will experience."
They stared at the angel, hand in hand, as it's gigantic figure slowly sank beneath the tide's onrush.
She dove, teeth gritted, eyes open behind her sunglasses; fists connected and the volley ball arc'd up, to be windmill slammed down for a point by her teammate a moment later. She helped her up, "Good save," she said.