The Special Place

A cool wind sends a ripple across the flat sea. The sky is lit up with orange and purple, the sea is deep indigo. Before me the sun sets like a gigantic beach ball. The wind rushes over me, it gently lifts my hair off my shoulders, for a moment my hair flutters like a bird in the wind, as the wind dies my hair sinks back to me. That indescribable smell of freshness slips over me like water. All I can see is sea. It spreads out before me, an eternity of blue. It touches the rocks beneath me. It reaches right to the sky, and kisses the sun as it sets. The sea spreads out on both sides, and caresses the beach like a silk scarf. Surely this is the gateway to another world. The sea is a world of it’s self. Maybe there are just three worlds, earth, sea and sky. I spread my arms out. The wind catches at my shirt.

Just half a year ago, this place was heaven. The sea’s waves beckoned to us, its sweet singing as it scraped the sand begged us to swim. So we did. I remember that happiness. This place warmed my soul. Our laughter would echo throughout the ancient stones and the sea would envelop it.
This little patch of utopia. I would see this place in my dreams.

My brother and me would run down here every morning. While night creatures still skulked. The sea was so wide and dark. We wanted to swim to the edge of the world and catch the sun. We wanted to dive to the bottom of the sea and see the monsters that dwell there. We wanted to be here forever. That wide space of openness, that beautiful empty, where all life began, the sea!

We loved the sea so, we forgot to fear it. A storm spread across the open space. Gone was the blue sky. Gone was the peaceful whispering. Gone was my brother.

I remember how that storm roared like a thousand lions. It’s grey clouds reached for me like talons. The rain pelted down so hard. Those raindrops were like needles on my skin. The rocks were turned to black, and the sea to foam. I couldn’t escape. The sea gripped me, and sucked me underneath the waves. Air was a treasure I kept on loosing. I reached for his hand, but it slipped away.

There is still a part of me that loves this place. I sit up high on this rock. Looking at the sea, feeling the breeze and waiting for another storm. This sight is so ancient. The sea existed before we did. It will exist after us. No matter how strong we get, we can never beat the sea. Its foamy ropes can always pull us under and drown us. The sea will always win.
This little patch of hell. I see this place in my nightmares.