Bright orange streaks ran the width of the sky, rapidly turning pale, as the sun bid its daily farewell. Waves gently lapped up to them, receding with a silky caress. She intently watched her feet and raced to count the bubbles before the wave could sweep them back into the sea. His arms encircled her shoulders lightly, a half embrace that announced easy fondness. A boat merrily bobbed under the command of the high sea, a vanishing image at the line where sky melted into sea. The low hiss of the waves, the gentle rustle of the breeze rose to fill the silence between them. It was not a silence that hung heavily. It was a silence cloaked by their perfectly resonating thoughts, a silence cocooned in content love, a silence engendered by years of understanding.
She traced designs in the sand with her toe, rushing to complete intricate patterns before the sea came to claim them. "Why do you love me?" he asked as casually as he would ask for the time. "It's your handwriting, I've told you before", she laughed, not taking her eyes off her feet. "And why do you love me?" "It's your lisp my dear, as always", he feigned a pronounced lisp as he said it. A tiny spark twinkled in his eyes as he squinted to catch sight of the distant boat. An impish smile crept up the corners of her mouth and she looked away from him. She entwined her fingers into his and tugged his arm tighter around her. They lapsed into silence again and looked up in unison, each searching for the other's star.
"Not a word we utter
But does it stop, the flutter?"
The sanctity of their love rested untarnished in the soft recesses of their silence, in the fleeting thoughts she engraved in the wet sand, in the mesh of their intermingled fingers.
PS: Inspired by fond reminiscences of the sorely missed sea...
She traced designs in the sand with her toe, rushing to complete intricate patterns before the sea came to claim them. "Why do you love me?" he asked as casually as he would ask for the time. "It's your handwriting, I've told you before", she laughed, not taking her eyes off her feet. "And why do you love me?" "It's your lisp my dear, as always", he feigned a pronounced lisp as he said it. A tiny spark twinkled in his eyes as he squinted to catch sight of the distant boat. An impish smile crept up the corners of her mouth and she looked away from him. She entwined her fingers into his and tugged his arm tighter around her. They lapsed into silence again and looked up in unison, each searching for the other's star.
But does it stop, the flutter?"
The sanctity of their love rested untarnished in the soft recesses of their silence, in the fleeting thoughts she engraved in the wet sand, in the mesh of their intermingled fingers.
PS: Inspired by fond reminiscences of the sorely missed sea...
