Crystal clear. The water is crystal fucking clear.
You know what you have to do.
I couldn't even see my reflection, all I saw were the pebbles by my rounded toes that sunk ever so slightly into the sand. If you move your head just up a little bit, your whole world would have been shaken.
Such a beautiful sight, the horizon begging for a watchful eye to gaze over her beauty. Her curvy bodice was centered around the sun as it dipped into the sea. Her hips all hues of blue and purple and pink and orange, all centered around one burning ball of yellowish gasses smack in the middle of her torso. There it was, the most beautiful view in to world, looking back at me, staring with such visible intensity it felt warm, it felt peaceful and serene.
It felt like something, not numb anymore.
That beautiful burning fire woman sunk slow into the sea, and would not rise until the next morning, but by then I would be long long gone. Back to reality, to the harshness of humanity that consistently irked my soul to the core. Back to a white picket fence, and a glass desk that has a picture of this, this single moment of serenity. I had to push the thought out of my mind, to make room for this moment right now. So beautiful, so vivid and vibrant, so alive.
The following hours after darkness would mean picking up a suitcase and heading back north, back home...
Gulp.
Leaving this place that has all the answers, a little cove in Saint Petersburg. My serenity is interrupted quickly by the thought of what leaving meant. What awaited me at home was nothing as extravagant as this, how could it be? There was no dancing with joy, there was no guitar men singing classic beach songs, there is no sand to soak up the hot sun that warms your feet in the cool nighttime wind. There was no sunset bodice to admire, there was no water to gaze into without fear at what kind of thing would look back at you, and there was a whole other life waiting, waiting to strip the feeling of peace, or really the feeling of anything away.
