It’s too early to be awake, really. The sky is still grey, blurring the landscape around me.
The sun rises slowly perhaps in defiance of the demands of the day. It appears as a white patch smudged on the pastel blue sea.
It’s midday and the sunlight dances on the water. Tiny sparkles bopping to rock-n-roll, classical, pop, whatever I choose to hear. It’s an invitation to dance and I do. It’s unreasonable joy, all that sparkling and dancing.
The sun remains high in the sky allowing the earth to revolve and take what it needs. It outlines the shape of the clouds revealing a dragon, a squirrel, a boat.
The sun is setting over the sea in its most glorious display of majesty. One boldly colored orb gathering in the remaining light from the sky. It sinks as it rose, slowly, then in a moment. I marvel at the sight failing to ask if it’ll be back tomorrow.
I’m looking for a metaphor, wondering about the complexities of life, time, and relationships.
I sit on the beach watching the light, desperately clinging to words, falling short of metaphors, and scared of the wind pushing against my back.