Friday, July 11, 2014

"Good Day"

Boy image courtesy of Roman Glaser

 . . . They sat side-by-side on the dune, holding hands as they watched the rolling of the surf, listened to its crashing sounds, and savored the aromas of the cool salt air.  It had been a good day on this deserted beach, with not another soul in site.  They had the beach to themselves and no one to demand that they cover their lithe tanned bodies as they cavorted on the sand and swam unencumbered in the chilly bay.  They swam, they ate their picnic lunch surrounded by the freshness of the breeze and the mournful cries of the soaring gulls, they walked and ran and tossed a whirling disk, and, most of all, they talked and shared their life and love with one another.  It had been a good day, but now it was coming to its end, and there they sat, side-by-side on the dune, watching as the sun was settling down, as the sky began to glow with fiery red, putting on a show, or so it seemed, for just these two alone.  The breeze picked up and began to bear a chill and wrap the happy pair  within it.  They shivered just a little and drew a little closer, there to lean one upon the other with contented smiles.  The sun went down and down, the fire in the sky grew brighter and brighter and then began to fade away, until the dimness of the dusk had settled in upon them, and this good day, like all good things, was at its end.  Before they rose to find their clothes and start their journey home, they looked each into the others eyes and stared a while, and gently shared a kiss.   Yes, it had been a good day. . . .

..........ed pacht