Edge of silence and the sea

Stillness in the air. Hammock moves to slow rhythm of the wind. The afternoon is luminous with possibilities. But I feel immobile, under the weight of solitude, a crushing memory. The beach is a sanctuary. I want to escape... I want to forget... What it is only I and the silence knows...

I can be in this quiet place forever. I scanned the landscape, admiring the majesty of the sea. Nothing like pure tropical bliss to salve a wounded memory. Time seems to stop. A soft wind runs through my face...

Then someone arrives. Sadness and beauty... Sky and sea... The blueness frames his aura...

Warm sunlight on his face. Eyes scanning the emerald distance...

The beach is a sanctuary but bitter memories knows no boundaries and geographies. He, too, wants to escape. He, too, wants to forget. What it is only him and the silence knows. Splurging in the beach, yes, but he fears the coolness of the water may revoke the chill of the past. His eyes continue to wander...

He decides to take a stroll. He saw a tear in my eye. Our eyes finally meet. No words are spoken. An uneasy silence hangs in the air between us...

He asked why. I just smiled. A few words are exchanged. He tells his story. I told mine. We found out we are the same. Words are finally exhausted. We kissed. It has been a lovely night. Our bodies glistened. Whispher of daybreak, teetering on the edge of silence and the sea...