The Beach

The dark sky engulfs us at night, while we lie there on the beach sand staring at the stars and forming new constellations with our imaginations and pointer fingers. I look at you, bewildered at the notion that perhaps the stars do form a pattern instead of just the north star. I smile, looking at your cute puzzled face as if to ask me, ¨Why are we looking at the sky?¨ I know the only reason you ask, though, is because I pointed out a fading triangle of stars in the corner of the sky, but I still love to see your face as I explain some wild imaginative world and try to bring you along with me.

The waves crashed closely to our feet. The water was cold compared to the humid, muggy air surrounding our faces. My toes were not bothered by the shift from dry and warm to wet and cold, but you seemed to shrivel every time a wave crashed towards us. Again, I smiled at your discomfort. It is not because I am evil and marvel in your feelings of uneasiness, but simply because I realize more and more of your intricacies. It is these moments of unspoken nerves, fears and wonder that awaken senses within myself.

The night sky continually turned to darker shades of an already pitch black and the waves crashed with a louder roar than when we first sat ourselves in the sand. I look at you one more time, hands behind your head looking to the triangular star formation I pointed out earlier. I want to lean in to kiss you, but resisted the urge for a moment more, and ask you what has the possession of your mind.

You tell me your thoughts and we argue. Nothing big, but we argue. Matters of opinions, views on the world and politics of sorts. The waves tickle the soles of our feet and the horizon become blurred in itself with darkness. You win your case while lying and staring towards the crescent moon, who was overseeing our discussion. And I, worried now, look up towards the lit sky. The stars shifted in many directions, so we reconstruct the city of lights we built earlier from triangles, into rectangles and pentagons now. We look at our new world for a moment, until it shifts once more, destroying the work we just created.

We stand up, sand still attached to our clothing like Velcro, without any ability to wipe it off with ease. You look into my eyes and I light up like a midnight star. We begin to walk on the shore, staying a far distance from the crashing waves. When we arrive at the boardwalk, I look out one more time to the ocean and sky combined into a masterpiece painted right before me. I look at you, as you smile at me. I smile back.