Stepping on the shores, the salty water cools your feet bur the sand quickly finds it way between your toes, scratching them softly as the wind hits your hair that helplessly whips your tanned and burnt skin.
Sweat and salt cause your wet clothes, which stick tightly around your figure as if they craved its warmth, to smell. But somehow this fragrance is welcome, it feels like home. You scratch your chipped nails and the currently dull red nail polish relutanctly is removed in the rudest way, you don’t even notice it.
Your eyebrows curl in a sandy frown, your eyes don’t turn away, not for a second. It’s as if nothing existed apart from that horizon which warmly welcomes the tired Sun, embracing it with sea and mountains as the Earth travels in space. Your eyes stare firmly, contemplating and admiring. They reflect everything.
Your arms slowly embrace yourself and your nails swiftly crave themselves in your poor skin that cries, being so hurt by your careless manners and everyone else would feel it, but you.
I can even feel your sandals missing your feet, so sore and full of calluses. But so resistent and firm. I can feel the love of everything of yours. But you wouldn’t notice.
You keep staring up at the sky and at the horizon.
Forever.
