Sunday, November 20, 2011

Para, Para, Paradise

It's beautiful here. Vibrant, vivid shades of violet fill the sky. The sun hangs low over the water reflecting the sky like watercolor paints as it blends with the blue of the ocean. I feel the warmth of the sand tickle my toes, flow through my veins, and tones of pink light my face. Laying down, the sand surrounds me, a monotone mixture of browns and white. All I can feel now are the sun's rays. With my eyes closed all I can see are swirls and whirls of yellow and orange. I open my eyes; this could be paradise. I see a cloud in the distance. A single gray cloud. The wind picks up, I close my eyes trying to capture my paradise one last time. Rain gently spills on my body. Like paint thinner, the gentle rain turns heavy, within seconds the shades, the monotones, the watercolors are gone. There is only white, a new canvas to start over.

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