The breeze whispers, my eyelids fluttering closed as I breathe in the briny aroma. Scrunching my toes, I felt the softness of the sand, still damp from the retreating tide. I wiggled as a shiver cascades down my spine and my eyes burst open.The sand blurs out in a blissful trance, the shore fading into liquid gold, vivid in the brilliant light. My lips curved upward.
I bestowed my gaze to the far off horizon, the flaring hues of the sun melting into the sky and ocean like a divine painting. The forever stretching sea is masked with an apricot colour, that beautiful umber flowing into turquoise. Through narrowed eyes I watched as each wave overlaps one another, sending the white bubbling crests descending, masking the shore with the transparent fading water.
But above all it is the fantastic colouring of the beaches that as in image overpowers the minutiae. Above the tide-line the grey rocks are splashed gorse-yellow with close-growing lichen, and with others of blue-green and salmon pink. Beneath them are the vivid orange-browns and siennas of wrack-weeds, the violet of mussel-beds, dead-white sand, and water through which one sees down to the bottom, as though pale green bottle-glass, to where starfish and big spiny urchins of pink and purple rest upon the broad leaves of the sea-tangle.
"Mama, look what I've built!" Junior yelled from not so far away.
"Oh look at that! Are you building a castle for papa and I?" I asked.
"Well, you both won't be able to fit but whatever makes you happy," he laughed, and then continued to build his sand castle.
"You know, he's a big boy now," Cristiano says, walking beside me with two glasses of wine.
"Give me that," I groaned as I took the glass away from him.
"I just can't believe he'll not be my little boy again," I said, taking a seat on the mat I had laid down.
"What? No. He'll always be your little boy," Cristiano says, rubbing my arm.
"Our little boy," he said, causing me to smile.
"Yes, that's the smile I wanted to see," he giggled, pinching my cheek gently.
We paused for a while, remaining in silent as we watched Junior run around with his kite.
"So what's next?" I asked.
He raised an eyebrow, not sure of where I was coming from.
"I mean, what's going to happen after this?" I said, pulling my knees closer to me.
"You mean, with Junior?" he asks, putting down his glass of wine.
"No," I heaved.
"I meant us."
He remained silent and so did I. Maybe I shouldn't have asked it and it was way too soon. But I knew he was thinking the same thing or at least, the question had went through his mind once.
"Why don't we have dinner tonight? All three of us, at the seafood restaurant not too far from our chalet," Cristiano asks.
Clearly, he was avoiding the question I asked. It wasn't too bad that he had changed the topic either as I honestly preferred for us, to break the silence than to sit in awkwardness.
"Yeah, that sounds great," I said.
Soon, Junior came running to us.
"Mama I'm tired," he said, letting out a yawn.
"Come on, let's head back. You'll take a nap and we'll go for dinner tonight OK?" I said, pulling him into my arms and carried him to our chalet.
Our journey back to the chalet was unusually quiet. After Junior's shower, I had him lie down on his bed before he quickly fell fast asleep.
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For Him; Cristiano Ronaldo
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