The Ocean

The waves were crashing at my feet.  How did I get here?  It's been so long since I've been to the ocean.    Sometimes, when a strong wind blows up from The Gulf, even as far as I am away, I can smell the salt in the air.  It brings an instant smile to my face and a soothing feeling to everything inside of me.  Sometimes, the Seagulls come far enough north that I stand outside, looking towards the clouds and watch them circle the parking lot, and I'm lost, I'm back at Virgina Beach, listening to them and watching them circle for fries or any goody left out.

This isn't Virgina Beach

There's a distinct lack of color....it is definitely sunset, but no color to be seen. Black and White? I finally look out, and things slow almost to a standstill.  Almost like we had fallen into one of those children's toys.  The gel solution that freezes time, and you carefully place small objects in it and create a moment.  I looked to my hands, and then see myself looking at my hands.

I'm dreaming.  I watch myself look into the sunset again, then back to my hands and then around.  I look to me who is watching and I smile.  I'm back in my body.

Why am I here?  I hear a laugh and look out into the slowly crashing waves.  A small girl runs up to me and knocks me over into the shallows, little floaties on her arms.  I grab her and stand up and yell yar! I'm a big sea dragon!  And I'm going to eat you!  She giggles and wriggles around and tries to get away not so fast little fishie!  I love little fishies the most! rrraawrrr!  I hold her a moment longer, tickling and blowing a raspberry before letting her go Oh no!  The little fishie got away! I feign defeat as she runs away laughing, back into the surf.

What am I doing here?

The surf is frothy and constant.  I take a couple of steps out I bet I get stung by a Jelly fish. The wind is cool and full of salt, my smile is beginning to ache my jaw.

A wave, a bit bigger from the rest, comes in and catches me off guard and knocks me on my back.  I'm not used to waves anymore.

There's a method.

From the water she comes and jogs up to me with a grin from ear to ear and a laugh that is contagious enough that I laugh at my own spill.

That's how I got here.  She holds out her hand to help me up and I shake my head and lay back in the surf as a small wave covers me.  The sand stirs all around me.  Reshaping the earth, now different than it was a few seconds ago.  As the wave recedes slowly, I feel hands in the sand, either side of me.  I open my eyes as the wave leaves and she is over me.

Her smile is bigger now, her hair messily spilled everywhere in front of her face.  Small water droplets, catching the sun little crystals and dripping onto me.

This makes no sense...why?

Face to face with mirroring smiles, she simply says "...silly" right before her lips meet mine.
definitely dreaming

I never see the ending, the kiss triggers a flash that wakes me...every night.  I've never dreamt in black and white and haven't since.  Except that one.

Now the question, is the dream the past...or hopefully the future?

_{upon 2nd, 3rd, and 4th thought, I had to use the same song.  Hope you don't mind.}