Barefoot on the Beach | {griffin}
Apr 29, 2018 0:14:14 GMT -5
Post by d4 Panda Scope [Gayton] on Apr 29, 2018 0:14:14 GMT -5
A deprecating fish stench surrounded me. I couldn't tell what smelled worse, the fish or me. The pungent aroma was becoming a regular for me, but I never got used to it. The other men didn't even seem to notice it, but I can't spare a thought elsewhere.
The day had grown late and the sun had long since been asleep. Finally, James called it a night and we headed home. He lived a lot closer to the beach than I did, so I'd usually walk home with him and then finish out my journey alone. However, today the smell was too much to handle. I couldn't be near him, and I couldn't let the odor live on my body any longer.
James walked home alone and I retreated to the water. The usually green ocean was dyed black in the moonlight. The reflection of the sky changed to something new with every wave that passed. Like a snowflake.
As I approached the shore line, I slipped off my shoes and socks. The sand was still warm from the day and it cuddled my toes with every step. I allowed myself into the water, which sent a chill up my body. Compared to the sand, the water was freezing, but still oddly relaxing.
The day had been long. School always pulled at the clock. It didn't help that I didn't have many friends to keep me occupied. Other kids like me, they just like other people more.
I was grateful to be standing in the water, even if the smell of salt wasn't much better than the fish, I was able to breathe. It was those breaths that you were conscious of, made yourself take. A breath I could really enjoy. I wasn't bored at school, or working with fish and grime, I wasn't at home where my mother wanted to continuously "Bond". I was just breathing, to myself.
I bent over and cupped water into my hands and brought it up to my face and began to wash. I was hoping it would remove some of the smell. After I finished with my face and neck I dried my hands on my pants and used my button up to dry my face.
It always got chilly at night, but never cold. It was a reward for battling through the hot days. I took a sniff. Either the water worked, or I tricked myself into thinking it did because the only fish I smelled was from the ocean.
After taking just another moment with the sea, I turned back towards the district and began walking home. The sand had begun to paste to my damp feet, so I tucked my socks into my shoes and carried them, walking barefoot on the beach.
Before I even got halfway up the beach, I began to hear a thumping noise. It sounded almost like footsteps but uneven and they weren't getting closer or farther. The people of four love swimming, but they're usually gone by nightfall.
It's usually something I'd ignore but there was something in my gut tells me to trust my curiosity. My guts been making a lot of decisions for me lately. So, I turned right and began to walk back down the beach, scanning for the cause of the noise.
And there it was. I didn't have to go far to find it. Alone, in the middle of the sand, was a boy. He was moving in unpredictable patterns, around and around. His feet moved gracefully, but purposefully, splashing in the sand.
It was beautiful.
You don't see a lot of dancing, not outside of special events and definitely not without music. But here he was, setting a beat for himself.
I was frozen, because as much as my gut tugged me forward, my fear chained my feet. I was in awe, maybe even a little intimidated. But I couldn't walk away, I couldn't stop gazing.
I dropped my shoes back to the sand. They fell like the water droplets that were still sliding down my face. I positioned myself comfortable. Ready to stand there forever.
It was late, and I was exhausted, but I didn't want to miss a single moment.