Getaway

The memory of the beach during daytime as it connects aura and the soft breeze which softened the heat captivates my soul.
The endless howls of the wind and the dogs at night haunts. Utterly dark and mysterious were those shadows lurking under the moonlight beam. Counting the stars on a deep dark night humbled my rage. And reminded me of my place. And shooting stars showered a grand show sprinkling their fancy colors on the nightsky once in a while. Gone were the utter desperation and boredom felt at home. Sucked by the immaculate warmth and refreshment of the salty air. Friendships written on sand and memoirs. Made during the blossoms of youth.

The tumbling of boulders and the pursuit of catching a meal along the beach still tickles the excitement I once had for life.
The early morn swim on such crystal clear water refreshes the drive to discover more. The blithe of freedom and equivalence.
There were no alcohol nor drugs to intoxicate the memory. Just pure joy.
Everyday was life afloat and washed unto the shore where the waves want it.
Oh! how that bay enriched my adolescence and quenched the desire out of life. Independently. To live and pursue.
Memories of Medina

Summer 1990