Chasing Waves

Don’t look back. 3 words, one thought but it takes a lot of courage to will oneself to do that. It relates to some phrases like; forget, move on, keep moving and whatever synonymous ideas it may seem to end with… Turning away.

The Shore.

The waves howl on a summer still with wind, gulls gliding above feeling the warm breeze, the unforgiving heat quicken the shore to return to almost white. There was a visitor and he was no stranger.

The sand pricks his foot at high noon, wondering said the rocks why he’d come at this time of day!? He went on, hastened to reach water. A splash and off the sea kisses his toes. There was tumble and rumble, awe in look he stared across the vast sea, lightning dances along the horizon. A whiff of cool air tells him rain will be here soon.

Barren, silent and white. There is peace and he can never ask for something more.

High above, the passage of clouds play shadows upon him, teasing the sun as if he were playing hide and seek, he smiled and chased the dark patches of sand; he was after all a kid being chased by none but the sun. He grew tired though in the end, the bristly warmth embracing his skin, yet the cool whisper of a changing season reduces it.

He stood still and marvel to what he feels; freedom and stillness. He stared from where he wandered, foot prints lie on countless for which he can’t seem to recall whichever starts first and follows next. He smiled.

A splash came and with it goes everything.

Shocked.

One wave, a fraction of time.

Everything dried unmoving as if no one was ever there.