And when the warm orange air spilled sand onto the shore of the Atlantic, I felt the urge to run barefoot through the cool ocean foam, to leap from unexpected waves and squint at the sunset rays. I kicked off my sandals and flew to the water’s edge, stepping on rare shells and gray algae that found refuge from the elements on our shore. The milky foam of the warm wave splashed palms and slapped my shins. Joyful crabs ran inside and out, biting with freshness everything in their path. I stretched my arms towards the ocean, closed my eyes, and it seemed to me that the light of the setting sun pierced through me, illuminated through and through, salty wind seeped through my skin, blew, whistled, and whisked away somewhere far my worries and the anxieties of a long day. I didn’t even notice that he inadvertently took my white scarf with him.
Feeling the thin silk slip off my neck, I glanced in the direction of the breeze to catch the runaway accessory in flight. The accessory, however, found itself a new haven – the massive lens of a beautiful camera that you held in your hands. I walked towards you to retrieve the escapee. But you took it in your snow-white fist and unexpectedly brought the scarf to your face and inhaled its scent – the scent of my perfume, my nape, ocean salt, and sunset warmth.
As I approached you, you were still breathing me, as if unwilling to part with any of my molecules, eagerly inhaling all of me that still remained between the threads of the white fabric. It felt so good, I wanted to give you even more of my molecules, for you to bury your nose in the wind-blown hair, take a deep breath, and freeze, feeling me spreading inside you like a multicolored sparkling waterfall.
From the sensation of this picture, it seemed to me that light wings appeared behind me from somewhere. We stood facing each other. In your right hand was the forgotten camera, in your left – your source of oxygen – my white scarf. Inside me, wings, crabs, and waterfall were raging, tossing me up in the air like in a high-speed elevator. You looked me straight in the eyes – so calmly, but so deeply, – as if you wanted to share yourself. Reluctantly, you handed me the scarf and smiled. I accidentally touched your hand. And that was it.
Waterfalls, wings, crabs, sand, rays, foam, algae, shells, your endless gaze, my endless molecules merged into one continuous electromagnetic flow and disconnected the shore beneath our feet. It all happened in a moment that lasted an eternity.
And – as always. Then everything happens very quickly. I said thank you. You touched my temple, asked “Dinner?” I nodded: “Dinner.”
And then very quickly, a whole life happens, in which very long moments occur when we are together, and wings and hair intertwine, and crabs rejoice on the shore of the Atlantic, looking at the sparkling waterfalls in our eyes…
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