Walking aimlessly by the beach one morning brought me to a photo op I could never resist. It was serendipity at its best. I wasn’t really keen on taking pictures that morning. I had my camera with me but didn’t really feel the itch for it. I was just enjoying the glorious morning with its early-autumn sun. Being away from my daily clutter of errands while having the deserted seaside all to myself was such a delightful treat. Cell phone switched off. Walking barefoot. Sunglasses on. Vacation mood in high gear. I was alone but not necessarily lonely. It was nirvana to a degree.
In this age of being virtually bombarded with all sorts of “noise,” it is bliss when I get a chance of being completely by myself, feeling like I’m the center of the universe. It is rarity nowadays. I have to make an effort to be able to experience a moment of serenity. I made it happen that day, though. (And so I thought.)
That very morning the immensity of the sea was all mine. There was music from the subtle roar of the waves. The sand was anticipating for my footprints. Seagulls were flirting for my attention. The sun was winking at me, cheerful and crisp. The sky was an eternal blue with pockets of clouds dancing in random choreography. The gentle wind was calming my senses. Mother Nature was obviously making love with me. And it felt good.
Then the icing on the cake came to view. I saw a couple floating in the middle of the sea. I sat down and stared at them. They seemingly appeared to be swimming. Or necking. One second they would stick out above the surface, the next they would duck underwater. Suddenly I was not alone anymore. I had company and I became their voyeur. Their movements were very lustful. And yet, poetic.
Right before my eyes the lovers were foreplaying. Frolicking under the eternal blue sky, under the winking sun, under the dancing clouds. The seagulls were no longer flirting with me; they were eavesdropping on the lovers. The waves rushed to the sand and erased my footprints; their subtle roar applauded the pair. The couple was passionate. Amorous. Erotic. Savoring each other. Hungry on a tryst. I could see them kissing. Lips locked. Earlobes were nibbled. Their chests linked. Two bodies became one. And the sea swallowed them. They were gone. The waves turned eruptive. Growling. And when the lovers surfaced. They laughed. Their ecstasy echoed. And the sea became saltier.
As the waves mellowed, the "lovers" transformed. They were a couple of wooden pilings; remnants of an old pier. Inanimate but metaphorical. Twosome seemingly in love.
(While from a distance, I made love with my camera. And started longing. For
I love the passion you put in every shots and how you put your words to capture our vivid imagination. ..hail to you kuya! (xox)
You can give EL James a run for her money! I love it!
well done! pwede na magsulat og libro. na in love ko sa kahoy hehe.
nice one pais. tc always wherever u may be.
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