It was a cool night with gentle winds and salty tasting air. The moon was half full and the ocean was shimmering. The sand was cooling off and was pleasantly warm.
All in all, on a night like this, Aang couldn't help but think about the fact that the war was finally over. Rebuilding the world would be tough, but he preferred it to violence and death.
Katara reminded him he wasn't alone when she wove her fingers in between his. “What are you thinking about?”
Aang turned around just enough to face her. “The good things in life.”
She smiled before leaning down a little to kiss him.