reminiscing on old memories, digging up the forgotten ones, hidden between rows of photographs, a peek into my former home
trips down to perenan beach, the silhouettes below us dancing on the waves, defying the glittering whitewash
will they still be there when i return?
collision looks undeniable, a rapid swerve and the story changes
a lone rider, ready to capture the sun's disappearing light
a positive version of "not waving, but drowning"
a salute into the golden sky
the waves keep building, piling on top of each other, rolling into the next, when will it break?
he glides over liquid gold
and finally, the calm after the storm of board fins that slashed at the water, a sea empty of riders.
You've transmitted me the feeling of summer in such cold days, thank you for reminding me of it. Once again, beautiful poem Pepa!