Ocean waves were quietly whispering to each other beneath the lonely silver moon, when she walked along the coast as gracefully as a gentle breeze of summer nights…
On a day when the wind is perfect, the sail just needs to open and the world is full of beauty. Today is such a day. Rumi
I taste you in the fleshy fruit of the guayaba that melts as slowly as your kisses in my mouth – your eyes that explode in sunlight, your humid, fluid voice the soft, oceanic touch of your fingertips.
Remind me that smell of a warm summer’s breeze, which wandered up from the quiet ocean, trailed along the beach, and drifted back to the ocean again – I miss it all the time..