The dour sky in the morning eventually emptied and gave way to a perfectly blue expanse, as if it was a coat of uniform paint. If the morning didn’t turn out the way I wanted to, the warm afternoon made up for it.
No, I didn’t run. I was chilling at the beach, basking under the sun that shone its brilliant rays upon the denizens. Sipping lemonade and lying next to two bikini-clad babes, I was having a taste of a beach bum’s life. It all seemed too good to be true.
The bar was playing chill-out music that was neither too loud nor intrusive, adding to the pleasantly languorous mood. Looking at the sky through the tinted lenses of my shades, I found a magnificent piece of blue staring back at me. It was a soothing sight.
And then there were different kinds of dogs frolicking on the beach, or being lovingly walked by their owners. The strappingly tall Caucasian who settled next to us was playing with his dog, randomly throwing a green frisbee and a ball into the distance. But its well-trained dog seemed only to like the frisbee; it would run and pick it up, but not the ball. I happened to observe the frisbee in close proximity and noticed that it was quite tattered, almost to the point of breaking into two. Must be the dog’s favourite toy, I reckoned.
Two beautiful kids - a girl and a boy - were having fun with each other. The boy looks about 3 years old while his sister (I assume) looks about 5. Clad in green trunks and bikini respectively, they look like they would grow up to be the ideal beach dude and babe, or so I imagined. (Jess commented that beautiful kids often grow up to be, er, ugly and vice versa. Which prompted D to quip Which would you describe yourself when you were a kid then?) Once, they lay on the beach and started burying their bodies with sand, giggling, completely absorbed in their merry task. It was enjoyable watching the two kids having fun, and they carried such energy with them that inevitably drew much adult attention.
Our only gripe was that the sea water was dirty. There was a prickling sensation on our skin when we swam in it. So we abandoned it, preferring to lounge on the reclining woonden benches and while away the time under the sun. There really isn’t much about the tranquillity and sun-soaked joy that needs describing more. You have the sun, sand and sea, relaxing music and good company, period.
Postscript: Hell, I spent the entire Sunday afternoon and evening working and fine-tuning a long overdue paper that is probably going to get shot back (again). Bliss is short-lived!
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