And you remember, late in the afternoon
when we watched, the sea go all still and
become clear as if enveloped by a thick coat
of oil, reflecting the rays of the sun back onto
the cloudless blue sky.    

And you remember the blue turquoise colour
of the sea. How it looked compared to the tiny
waves that came crashing down.  

And you remember how the sun
turned dark orange and quickly descended
onto the eastern edge of the sea and disappeared
into the horizon without giving us enough time.  

And you remember the crisp Levant wind
coming in from the East,
striking us with a sting that sent
a shudder down our spines.  

And you remember how long
we held each other's hands
waiting for the moon to make its grand appearance.
And when it did arrive, it was full.
A magnificent full moon.
We looked at it together.
We looked at each other.
And Cried
Remember?