The sun is peeking through the clouds. He winks at me and disappears again. He's been playing hide & go seek all morning! The sky is its gorgeous blue. A blue I haven't seen in a while. The clouds are puffy,fluffy and happy. Is it just me projecting? Or is it really there? In my ' outer objective space' - words from the true hallucination definition.
A glare obstructs my view of the computer screen causing me to look out of the window again. "There you are Mr. Sun, how gloriously joyful you are today!" I swear I can hear a 2 year olds giggle ring out of the stratosphere as I start to type again. A subtle breeze gushes through the corridors of the house. Its cold and its not winter; neither has it rained recently.
I remember how Alexandria felt. The cerulean sea complimenting the cloudless sky. The perpetual cool current. The water was unfailingly surreal, the weather always luminescent. The beaches were a blend of the sandy and rocky giving the shore an enchanting appeal. Or at least thats what I choose to remember.
I catch myself staring into the distance. The sea is close by here too. I know on a clear day I can catch a glimpse of it shimmering in the sunset. I miss being able to walk to it. The vast azure body - though not as beautiful as the Mediterranean - was surely as calming and strong. There is something so strangely alluring about the ocean. We are merely a tiny speck on the planet, more than half of it is under water. I can never completely accept how magnificent it is to see the moon shower his power over the waters. 384,400 km away and he is causing waves!
I'm always scared that one day I will be too lost to notice these things. I wonder if this sea breeze was here last March. I was lost then. I wonder how many March's I've lost because I was preoccupied. Somehow I feel - despite my youth - that my time here is finite. I don't mean to be morbid or depressing. On the contrary, I am relatively happy today. Some days are hard but today isn't one of them. The sun, the sky and the mere idea that I might get a coup d'oeil of the ocean is causing my heart to jump out of my chest.
A glare obstructs my view of the computer screen causing me to look out of the window again. "There you are Mr. Sun, how gloriously joyful you are today!" I swear I can hear a 2 year olds giggle ring out of the stratosphere as I start to type again. A subtle breeze gushes through the corridors of the house. Its cold and its not winter; neither has it rained recently.
I remember how Alexandria felt. The cerulean sea complimenting the cloudless sky. The perpetual cool current. The water was unfailingly surreal, the weather always luminescent. The beaches were a blend of the sandy and rocky giving the shore an enchanting appeal. Or at least thats what I choose to remember.
I catch myself staring into the distance. The sea is close by here too. I know on a clear day I can catch a glimpse of it shimmering in the sunset. I miss being able to walk to it. The vast azure body - though not as beautiful as the Mediterranean - was surely as calming and strong. There is something so strangely alluring about the ocean. We are merely a tiny speck on the planet, more than half of it is under water. I can never completely accept how magnificent it is to see the moon shower his power over the waters. 384,400 km away and he is causing waves!
I'm always scared that one day I will be too lost to notice these things. I wonder if this sea breeze was here last March. I was lost then. I wonder how many March's I've lost because I was preoccupied. Somehow I feel - despite my youth - that my time here is finite. I don't mean to be morbid or depressing. On the contrary, I am relatively happy today. Some days are hard but today isn't one of them. The sun, the sky and the mere idea that I might get a coup d'oeil of the ocean is causing my heart to jump out of my chest.
