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8:00 p.m.

July 14, 2011

some things are golden

Flip-flops slap my soles, the tone of the right one significantly higher than the left. I leave seeking something – I know not yet what. My legs push forward with an urgency, where does this come from? I don’t even cross the avenue at the crosswalk, in such a hurry to get wherever I need to go. My first thought as I start across the sand – it’s cool, not hot. Walking is difficult, I go barefoot now, my small feet pushing and digging as I’m drawn toward the ocean. Here’s the beach path, with runners, skaters, cyclist, strollers. A woman passes me. In her mind, jogging, willing her body to follow. Her ipod so loud I can hear the lyrics from 7 ft away. Madness. The path itself rough against my skin, I quickly reach the cool sand again. The scent of the ocean – sweet, salty, musty. The sounds – sucking, burbling, crashing, flowing. How I love it as the incoming tide swirls around my ankles, the coolness of the water at first a shock, then welcome. A mother and daughter hold hands, the little girl dances in the waves. The setting sun, a golden orb… so large and warm. I walk down the shore, there’s laughter, but no one is near me, I am singular in this moment. Sea glass beckons me – discards that have captured my heart. The tide comes in ever closer, I whisper “hello.” The sun dipping lower, light is fading. In the sky directly opposite, the moon glows with a soft luminescence. Large and shimmering like a pearl. Here I stand. Peaceful. Alone. Somewhere floating above the sea and the sand, between the sun and the moon, you will find me.

xo

some things are pearl

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One comment

  1. You have an excellent way of painting a picture. even with words. 🙂



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