I never separate The Sun from The Sea. They are One, loving each other in the morning, embracing yellowness with the depth of emotions, sea breeze and soft waves.
If there wasn’t the Sun, the Sea would never have it’s most magnificent look, at the sunset, going from light turquoise blue, to dark blue and deep black, with orange reflections appearing from the horizon.
As the day goes on, The Sun keeping up high in the Sky, waves getting bigger, wind aiming for the clouds.
I lay down in the shade and watch this game.
Interacting, playing with each other, just like two lovers wanting to touch each other, softly whispering through Sun shining and Sea waves crushing on the shore.
All day long they play.
All day long I watch and listen. There are never harsh words, misspellings.
How seducible, I thought. How incredible, I dreamt.
And when the Moon appears, the Sea sleeps, deep, black, quiet dreams of love.
Could this kind of love happen’ to me? Once? Do I dare even think of it?