Sitting here on the cold, cemented
floor, shoe-less, I watch the sky turn from black to all shades of
blue, to white and then tinted by the yellow of the sun, which is
dying now.
At this point of the three-quarters concluded day, it is a
brilliant mix of pink and purple, the color of my mind.
There is a
half-read book, lying face down at some distance, with the old
boarding pass that had been pressed between its pages at the start of
this journey peeking out, as if reminding me of how long I had put it
off; ignored and forgotten.
There is a storm on the horizon, and I
can feel it coming, an air raid. At this distance, the world is a
water color painting, a blurred image.
I had an image, and I have been waiting
to talk to you.
Lets go away to some place, rent an
open car, and explore. Perch on some comfortable spot on one of the
cliffs that line the road, sip some wine and watch the sunset, and
remember that sensory experience forever. Let us for a while, steer
clear of crowds and escape the traffic of busy cities, head to a
strange and breathtaking corner, and unwind. Blue skies, volcanic
soil, azure waters, and golden beaches punctuated with small mystical
huts, that have thatched roofs await. Let us go find hidden villages,
sleepy bars, and stunning landscapes. I know they are just around the
next, that treasure trove of my lush haven.
Won't you find time in
this tiny tiny world? Until you do, I guess I will just stick my
tongue out and taste the cool salt summer air, and kiss the starry
night sky.
