Wrapped in a bright yellow sarong, I light the doorway of my ramshackle hut. The sun is beginning to brighten the sky and I can see the magnificence of my morning view. There it is, my bliss. My light. My life. I carry a freshly cut piece of coconut in my left hand. The white milk drips and is sticky on my fingers. I lift it to my mouth and bite at the chalky sweetness and chew slowly.
Waves crash and my heartbeat flutters. The constant motion of the sea makes me giddy. It’s like the hustle and bustle of city life without being constantly run into by people. All of them on some kind of mission. Going nowhere, but everywhere. All at the same damn time as me.
But here, I’ve a feeling of unmitigated peace. My smile is as radiant as the bronze color of my skin and the blonde shimmer in my hair.
My family can’t quite believe that I made the transition, but where else would a budding novelist go? The feel of sand beneath my feet is finer than any red carpet that I could ever wish to walk on.
The wind picks up strands of hair that have fallen from the messy pile that I’ve carelessly placed upon my head. Sea spray settles on my sun dappled nose and cheeks. I glide my tongue along my bottom lip and taste the tang of salt and whisper, ‘I’m home.’
Meggie teases that my freckles are age spots, but I don’t care. I’ll keep wearing sunscreen and pray that I keep aging gracefully. Who am I kidding? I will age, whither and die. It’s inevitable, and a necessary part of life. Until then I’ll write a story, or 1000 of them. However many I can.
I wend my way to my favorite spot, where I pray for inspiration and understanding. I lay pen to paper and let the words rush out of me. While all around me the waves tumble, seagulls call, winds blow and my heart soars.
Enjoy your freedom babe…
Can you feel the sand crunch? Hear the waves crash? Sure you can….
A beautiful write which evokes such wonderful imagery…
That was kind of the plan. I felt it as I wrote it. Still feel it as re-read it. I want to be there now….
The soul of a writer..beautiful!
Thank you my dear Sir. Want to share my hut?
Sounds like a lovely place, much better then the office I am in at the moment. The sound of waves caressing the sandy shore and palm trees slowly waving in the ocean breeze…yes!
Alas, I am in my office also. But we can dream, can’t we?
Dream of the cloudless blue sky reflected on the early morning calm of the water as the sun inches its way up over the horizon. absolutely 🙂
I haven’t been to the beach at all this summer. I ache for it. It’s the only place I truly feel at home. I long for it like a a child lusts for its mothers breast.
I am lucky to live near the water. I don’t think I could be anywhere else. The water heals and soothes me, many times I have found my peace there.
I am lucky in that way too. I’m surrounded by the Great Lakes. And there’s no sharks. 🙂
Sharks here are only a concern at certain times of the year. The dolphins that are in the area more then make up for it.
Dolphins I love.
I have had dolphins swim right up to me when I have been out in the kayak. A wonderful thing to experience.
What a lovely daydream, darling — nice to see your creativity shining.
I think it’s all coming back to me my sweet.
Beautiful one, Renee!\m/ 🙂
Rahul
Thanks my love. ❤
beautifully described. I was totally there and relaxing
I’m glad you felt it too. I hope it made you feel better. Are your fingers still sticky from coconut milk?
Very nicely done. I got caught up in the story.
Scott
Glad you liked it. I want to get caught up in the story too. I want to live there…Forever…And ever…
🙂