Perfect moment

We are perched at the stern of a wooden bar, lit golden and warm by the late-afternoon sun, and I am watching the condensation drip from our bottles of beer. I lick lime juice from my fingers and listen to a barefoot man sing over the noise of his guitar.
A hot wind is rushing in off the harbor. It blows my hair in my face as I smile sideways at the man I love, and I realize that this hour will last for the rest of my life.