Hot coffee and cold eyes

Running on the sand

I was sitting on the beach, my legs buried deep in the cool sand and eyes covered by thick back glass. The summer sun burned my skin and boiled my brain making me only semi-aware of the word around the sea. Everyone molded into a blurred picture of colors and sounds that I couldn't comprehend.

Although one voice rang louder than anyone else's. I tuned my head to look up at the source of the sound and I took off my sunglasses, mouth gaping in fascination. A woman, young and free ran to the edge of the sea and waited for her friends to catch up shouting happy encouraging words. To me, she seemed like the very embodiment of youthful bliss and summer freedom. Her body wasn't the one of perfect standards. She was short and plump, the bathing suit she was wearing expressed her figure even more. Her hair was dyed pine green and sand yellow and it sawed freely from side to side as she ran around the shore waiting for her companions. Her happy expression was emphasized more by her puffy cheeks and large slightly yellow teeth. She was so alive and so full of desire, something I wished I could be on beautiful hot days like these. Her joy was mesmerizing compared to the state of limbo in my mind.

She was beautiful. Perhaps not in the traditional séance, but in a way that it made me want to be like her, be around her. The carless laugh, the fearless tone of her voice, the way she fell but got right back up and continued to smile. That was something only a beautiful person could have. I felt strange in the company of such a joyful woman, like I was intruding her life with my analyzing nature, so I left after a few more glances at her direction. I wish I could have stayed, I wish I could have listened to her more but happiness is only for the beautiful people and I'm the ugliest there is.