Warm and Salty Memoirs

It is get­ting cooler. The ocean is not as turquoise and inno­cent as it was in the morn­ing. It became indigo, with red and yel­low flick­ers of light that look like some pas­sion­ate artist painted them on the water’s sur­face with thin brush. The hot sum­mer day is slowly turn­ing into serene evening.

There is this strong smell of the sea; warm sum­mer wind tan­gles my hair that flies toward the red set­ting sun. I wear  white dress, knee-high that looks like the white sails from the blue boat anchored at the far horizon.

He is sit­ting on the peach tinted sand eat­ing cher­ries. He likes these red beads of sweet­ness and imme­di­ately stains his hands with sweet bur­gundy juice. He smiles at me, stands up and runs to the blue water, plung­ing his hands into it, watch­ing how the lit­tle waves take the red away. I see him wav­ing at me.  His lean fig­ure of a swim­mer, with broad shoul­ders and long torso looks as though it was carved from dark-golden mar­ble. ‘’ Roman God,’’ I think quickly, and the blaze of warm blood slowly goes up to my head mak­ing me dizzy.

‘‘Let’s go, let’s go!” his voice echoes on the green rocks that sur­round our hid­den lagoon.
I stand up and run to him falling on my way through the dunes, catch­ing the sand in my pock­ets, stand­ing up and run­ning again until I hold his hand, warm and strong, and we both walk along the shore.

Every­thing is so tran­quil and peace­ful. We look at the water that flick­ers with the red­dish flames of the set­ting sun cast­ing the last rays before drown­ing its hot body into to the cool sea. I close my eyes.…. It hurts to look at this pull of hot flames, and I con­tinue to walk with my eyes closed hold­ing his hand. I still feel dizzy, as though I’ve drank two glasses of that deli­cious local wine.
-‘’What is it called?’’
–What are you talk­ing about?’ He looks at me qui­etly.
–The wine we drink at the ‘’Shoress’’. I for­got its name.
– It is called ‘’ The Sun in the flute’’
–The flute….yes, now I remem­ber and the feel­ing of hap­pi­ness fills me, lifts me up, and I feel like I am fly­ing, swim­ming in the ocean of uncon­di­tional love, peace and joy min­gled with the warm, salty air.

”Look,” he wakes me up from my dream. I open my eyes and see that the red sun is gone and enor­mous sil­ver moon is tak­ing over the realm of night. It is majes­tic. It looks like a big royal coin minted from pure sil­ver.
I stealth­ily look at his face. It looks thought­ful and dis­tant. I love him so much. I want to tell him that I am so happy to be with him and that this night and warm wind, and the hot sand together with blue Ocean, and the red dress he bought me yes­ter­day at the local mar­ket mean so much to me…,but I do not say any­thing. I know that he already knows every­thing I want to say. The way he is look­ing at me smil­ing, his face lit up by the moon­light I can feel, that the words will only dis­turb the mag­i­cal con­nec­tion between us.

We walk away from the seashore sur­rounded by Silence.  The moon has headed off from the water and became smaller and even brighter. We can see her ten­der face through the webs of the trees. The stars flit and fall into the crowns of the fruit trees where they prob­a­bly turn into col­or­ful lanterns that twin­kle at the elfish ban­quets that take place after all peo­ple fall asleep. The crick­ets are singing, the wind whis­pers some­thing about eter­nal love and far away we see the warm lights of the town.