I lie back in my hammock and look up at the stars. It isn't like this in the city.
Here I can close my eyes and listen to the sea's symphony, the light trickle of water through the rocks, the gentle beat of waves brushing against the sand, further out with a shallow base, and an awesome roar singing from the distant depths.
Along its surface the wind tears across the coastline, tingling my damp skin and tracing through my hair - a sudden rush that makes me gasp, savouring its warm, salty taste. The late August chill, the early autumn thrill that only nights like this can bring.
I push my arms out to the side to embrace the air. I am invincible. There's nobody around for at least half a mile, only wind, water, sand, and me. I hum to the music from the sea, adding my own verse to the eternal grace.
These are the times when I can lie alone, relax and forget the world.
Imagine taking a moment out of time, a beautiful moment that has no laws or boundaries, just one. Seal it away somewhere safe. That's where I am now, a moment out of time, like a word out of context. A single, precious word with no meaning but every purpose.
I curl my fists, holding onto it tight.
Up above a deep sound crashes across the sky. The wind fades into a light spray of raindrops and I open my eyes. The clouds are now a dark purple colour, and the sea has turned to a stormy grey. I climb down off the hammock and withdraw backwards with my blanket, under the shelter of grouping trees.
Here I'll stay as a wall of heavier rain speeds across the sea until it pelts all around me, dripping from the leaves onto the blanket that shelters my head. I sigh, smile, feel my heart racing.
I like to call this the chorus.
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- This is the first thing I've posted in a long time so please bear with me. I also discovered a spelling and grammer checker, so it shouldn't be as dreadful as my previous work...-
