Drowning the Sun in the Ocean
A slight shiver over takes me as the wind prances across my body, caressing my skin and teasing my hair into messy knots. Water comes from all ways, catching the dim sun light that turns droplets into twinkling beads that dot my petite figure with freezing specks. If I didn't know any better, I would believe it was rain shimmying down on me, but its mist.
The mist springs up from the thunderous waves, viciously clashing into the slick slabs of rocks in the bay. The air tickles my nose with the scents of a salty sea breeze, mixed in with the overwhelming aroma of the crisp beach sand and myriad amounts of miscellaneous animals. The conflicting aromas are malodorous, though the beach welcomes me with open arms.
The sun barely shone, quickly peaking in and out through the scattered openings between the gloomy clouds. It’s slowly setting into the horizon, sinking from sights into the water as if the ocean was gradually drowning the golden glory.
My legs dangle over the rock I sit on, and I tuck a loose lock of hair behind my ear nervously. Sometimes I wish I had the courage the sun did every day – to take on the ocean and throw myself in it.
I promised him I wouldn't do anything crazy, that I’d keep on living even when he packed up all the life I had in me with him when he died. But it’s a struggle every day; each step I take is a step away from him. Each tick of the clock erases the memories of our past, and I won’t let them take anymore.
I’m afraid I’ll forget you.