A warm moonless night by the sea—I sit on the old wooden dock—gently swaying above the sea’s gentle caresses. I can hear the water gently lapping up against the sea wall and every few minutes I hear the familiar sound of mullet jumping into the air to offer its greeting and gently plunging back into the water. The sound of their greeting reminiscent of dropping a smooth stone into the water. A fresh breeze sweeps past me and I welcome the relief from the warm night air. The salty air tingles my nose intoxicating me subtly while the familiar taste kisses my lips. I feel alive on a night like this, totally and utterly alive.
I look to the heavens and I am dazzled by a million stars, winking at me in delight, the sea capturing their every move not letting one of them go unnoticed. I lean back in awe gazing and wondering for just a moment how many of them there are this night—how far away they are—and if perhaps a small light is beaming back at them from where I am. Do they know I’m here silently taken in by their magical number? Do they whisper to the sea as it rocks me gently under their hypnotic gaze? And yet I can’t help but take in the sight, the sounds, the smells and taste of the sea while an endless eternity of diamonds glimmering in the dark.
I humble myself and give it my complete reverence.
Written for NablopoMo Day #15: Describe a favorite place. Focus on how that place affects your sense of taste, touch, sight, sound, or smell. (I grew up on Florida’s Gulf Coast with the Gulf of Mexico literally in my back yard. My favorite place—my tranquil place—will always be when I retreat to the days when my cares were free and my senses were awakened by the water and the night sky.)
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