0205.
It’s dark out there but I can hear the sound of waves lapping the shore. Far in the distance are the lights of Tekek. I’m on this hillslope chalet with lush green primary jungle behind me. I stare into the darkness in a northwesterly direction. I’m being melancholic again. Somewhere out there in that direction, hundreds of kilometers away, is the person that makes me happy.
It was that, too, when I was underwater last evening. Things were beautiful and colours vibrant; yet, my thoughts were of her. I saw some pretty-looking nudibranches, I did not even bother to stop to photograph. That was so unlike me. I kept looking at my dive computer, looking at the bottom time, eager to end the dive so I could get back topside.
Strange.
I’m now smiling. I have made it past the mid-week mark. Soon I’ll be going home to her. Soon I’ll be holding her close to me again, smell that hair again, see that smile again, hear her sweet voice again, be with her again.
Yes, I am smiling.
0212.
SeaDemon Says 