The light from the stars glistened off or her eyes, making appear even brighter. Something I never imagined possible.
As we walked, sounds of oceans waves, crashing against the sandy beaches orchestrated a symphony of sounds we’ve never heard. It created a tremendous sound that echoed throughout our bodies, as huge waves of clashed against beach shore, colliding with the mammoth stones, protecting the shoreline.
That sound, such power and grace, raged on throughout the night.
The air was cool; salty and damp from the ocean’s mist. The crickets creaked and whistled, as if calling to each other in a synchronized harmony.
Bullfrogs croaked loudly; as if abruptly belching. Yet, perfectly in sync.
Each sound, in perfect harmony, echoing off of each other, dissipating into the sounds of the hollowing breeze, brushing against huge the paddled shaped leaves of the Palms trees surrounding the beach.
The taste of salt, tainted the flavor of our lips. The fresh aroma of ripe mangos, still lingers; on our fingertips, and lips.
Moments ago, the rich sweet creamy juice drip uncontrollably. Pouring our from the sides of fruit, slowly pooling in the palms; after dripping from my lips. Other drops, seep though the corners of my hand, falling to the ground, seeping through cracks of the black sand.
We laugh. I smile, because this time when you smile - it seems as if your smile is wider than your face. Finally.
The view is amazing.
Strong winds still pulling at the trucks of the trees. Bending and throwing them, back and forth, helplessly – they sway to the unyielding wind; their trunks bending under the weight of the harsh ocean wind. Leaves thrash violently; the swinging and swaying of the branches created a unique sound, the hollowed across the midnight, carried by the arms of the wind, cascading across the colorless sky.
The sounds, were overwhelming.
Off in the distance, strains of white light beaming down a small accumulation of clouds, illuminating the water’s edge; the dim beams of light dancing over the crest of the waves, swaying and shifting effortlessly against each other. The current pulling them, as they drift in the throws of the ocean; glittering and glistening, as they seemly dive over waters edge, spilling off of the earths surface, never to be seen again.
The thought alone, is priceless.
Our walk
