Waking up with birds chirping,
Feeling cold tiles underneath my feet,
My friend still slumbers, and I am raiding his kitchen.
I only find Lindt chocolate and jamón,
I have eaten much worse, and I proceed to devour them with great alacrity,
I move outside, and the heat is blistering.
It is not too dissimilar to the day before,
Melvin drove his butter-yellow Playero up the winding hills,
Overlooking coves and harbours populated by shining white yachts and boats,
Looking like Wedgewood china sculptures against the cerulean Mediterranean Sea.
We end up in the ocean where a Chiringuito appears,
A bald man serves us drinks with a smile that never goes into arrears,
This is Mallorca in the summer.
I wait a few hours, and another stirs from their slumber,
They wake up groggy and begin to enter a state of wonder,
Lighting a cigarette and discussing the night before,
It was a crazy night in Andraxt, we both exclaim,
I suggest we go for a swim at Cala Fonoll,
He says, Let's go, and our tired and sunburnt selves advance to explore.
Arriving at the beach, Helios is at his prime,
Feeling his gaze at every spot possible,
We set up camp and run into the water,
I enter Varuna's cool realm and see its aquatic denizens,
The water is a deep blue with clear, cloudless skies reigning above,
Someone please paint this vista because it is truly sublime.
I head back to the house, and my friend has awakened,
He announces to us that we are going on another friend's boat,
We all meet up, and soon the shore becomes distant,
The ocean is a mixture of shades of teal, blue, and aquamarine, speckled with white, frothing where it crashes ashore.
We stop in a cove, and it's truly surreal,
The cliffs are etched and hewn away,
Bushes line the top, and it feels unreal.
The water is cold, deep, and salty.
Our skin bronzed by the sun overhead,
The sounds of laughter are the soundtrack of the afternoon.
Our skin is wet with ocean water, a refreshing respite from the boiling sun.
Wakeboarding happens, and it becomes a show,
The air begins to cool, and I can feel Surya retreat and Chandra begin his journey through the horizon,
The entire ocean and sky are tinged with gold and amber,
With the old trees atop casting longer shadows.
As we dock in the harbour and make our separate ways,
The birds begin to chatter,
And we return from whence we came.
