Monday, March 7, 2011
The clouds were beginning to gather overhead as the sun began to burn off, falling from the sky, drifting to it's bed below the horizon. The beach was empty other than the shapes off in the distance, coming in from the water, trying to beat the cool breeze that would tickle their wet skin as soon as the sun disappeared.
These were the moments that were magical. Her skin was still warm from the remaining rays that were blanketing her body - protecting her from the few shadows that occasionally crossed her path. The water was warm as it licked at her toes - the sand only able to stick for a second before being washed away.
Her hair was a mess, but at the same time exquisite. The salt from the ocean had dried, spiraling her hair into broad tuffs that fell to her shoulder. The fading sun, coupled with the salt made her hair appear a shade lighter - almost bleach blond, but still strikingly beautiful.
The breeze was beginning to pick up - creating goosebumps on her exposed skin. It was almost impossible to see the hair on her arm standing on end - the sun having faded all color. The breeze also stirred the leaves in the trees - enough to fool her ears into thinking it was beginning to rain.
Silly her.
It doesn't rain in paradise.
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I think you should take your collection of "water themes" stories, and put them together, and get them published. Speaking as one, women would eat them up!
ReplyDeleteAnd, by the way . . . ieyu, ilys!