The hours of my last night on the gulf coast passed slowly as I tossed and turned, waiting for daylight to come. Anticipating the last moments to savor an all-too-short stint in this paradise; my toes itching to feel the powdery soft sand seep between each crevice; my ankles thirsty for the warm salt waves; my skin longing to soak up every ounce of energizing Vitamin D; my hair begging for a respite from the humidity.
One last time.
I awoke from my fitful sleep at 5:00, but lay still waiting for another hour to pass before daring to tip-toe through the bedroom to make my morning coffee. Half-blind, fumbling for my glasses, I managed to stumble my way to the balcony with my journal.
I spent over an hour watching the beach both go to sleep and come alive at the same time. All-night revelers wandered, entangled with one another, laughing, kissing; clothing damp and rumpled. Treasure hunters combed the sand for hidden treasures; coins and valuables left behind in the wild shenanigans of the previous night. Gulls pecked at the sand searching for bits of left-overs. The pool cleaner piled towels in a mound of blue and white stripes and swished his brushes along the edge of the pool.
I managed a mere half-page in my journal during this observation time; my final moments to capture the calm and serenity before departing for home:
"The words don't come. They stay swirling in my head, trying to formulate into coherence.
Around and around,
a funnel cloud of thoughts, words, emotions building up -
but never touching ground."
2 comments:
Lovely, evocative words. I almost feel like I was sitting there with you watching the scene. Sometimes I think you just need to be present and drink it all in. Plenty of time for the words to come. :)
Beautiful words that did come, in their own way, the way they wanted.
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