It is one of those evenings that you die to see somewhere in the open. Usually trapped inside the office or elsewhere, you never get the chance to be on a mountain top maybe or by the ocean seeing the sun setting in the horizon, staying with it as long as possible, nothing else than the ocean offering this chance. Look at it the last time I saw it kiss the surface of the ocean back in 97 and that too because I wanted to see the last sunset of the year on the beach. Watching the sun I notice you suddenly, standing so tall on the wall. The wall as it is called, a man made extension into the ocean, as if testing the power of the ocean with it, built for the sole purpose of letting one see how it is to defy the waves of the ocean that travel thousands of miles just to caress the land and die at its feet. The wall is a beautiful place, imagine walking along the shoreline along the incoming waves, on the sand, then you reach this wall area, you can start walking on the rocks towards the ocean, your feet slightly rising above the level of the ocean as you climb up the rocks and further over the ocean, as if walking at the edge of the deck of ship, the waves rippling past you now, the normal shore line now behind you as you walk further onto the ocean, you can even feel the rocks shake slightly with the power of every move that is no longer a surf as it passes you, but just a moving swelling passing you, going to the shore line that is now behind you, and as you reach the end of the rocky edge of the wall, to its front where it dares to face the incoming ocean, you feel the real power of the ground you stand upon. I knew you were thinking and feeling the same as I did when I first came here, saw you spreading your arms wide and embracing the ocean and its breeze, with the scattered clouds above, embracing your world into your arms, a world made just for you , belonging to you, your kingdom.
When you spread your arms the clothes you wear trail behind you as if you were the figurehead of a ship cutting its way into the ocean, and your hair flows wildly with the wind, the soft breeze mingling with the soft spray from the crashing waves under you to bathe you in a soft moist gentle splash. It is as if the ocean though unable to swallow you, bathes you in its scent, bathing you in its moisture as much as it can conspiring with the wind to do it. Your stretched arms leading the way for the cloth waving behind them with the wind. Your silhouette against the setting sun crowning you in its gold, the rays from the sun finding their ways through the scarce clouds, and reaching the earth in slow motion. Your hair making offering greater resistance to the golden rays than even the clouds did. Your pale colored clothes revealing just enough of your body's outline to make one crazy yet wanting for much more. Your clothes rippling on your arms and your long back, and ruffling down your hips. The sun tries its best to stay longer to watch you, but ultimately succumbing into the mouth of the ocean. You turn your head slightly to the side, jingling the silver earrings that hang along the sides of your neck.
" Do I know you or something?" I try to make conversation.
"Nooo , I don't think so ." you answer with a slight knowing smile.
"Your smile looks familiar." I try to get around the not so abrupt reply. "Do you always smile so much and as seductively? "
"Only when I'm happy. " you say.
"Its not very usual for girls to come out here alone by themselves"
"Its normal for me, where I come from, how I was brought up"
"I wasn't talking of any places in particular, just was remarking generally"
"So you usually hang around this place a lot then?"
"Well off and on, not so much since I started working, was a great place to hang out while we were studying, a good place to have a few drinks marking the end of the day"
"Just drinks? "
"Yes, just drinks, what else would you think? "
"Nothing "
"You are making things terribly difficult with that smile of yours"
"Am I?"
"Yes, terribly so"
"Can't imagine ever a smile making anything DIFFICULT, smiles always ease up things, that's what I believe. "
One of those uncomfortable silences, as my thoughts are overcome by your image, as is always a problem with me, or maybe with most men, to stop seeing so much and starting to think more. Does it never occur to women what their image does to us. Its not that men don't look for deeper things in a woman, its just that they are overwhelmed by beauty alone to such an extent that it seems they want nothing more. Or at least so it seems to the object of their gaze. These are the thoughts and your sight that take me into a long silence and my mind's sole focus shifts from conversing with you to freezing you in my eyes, to look at you hard, photographing you in my memory, with that fear that is always present, that I will never get to see you again after this.
"What do you do for a living?" You ask.
Sigh the, typical question. I think in my head. As if I was not being typical, looking at you like this, summing you up in one long gaze, scanning you from head to toe. If it is beauty that we men are after, why not let it be money and power a prize for the women. We are so selfish that even if we have money, we think of the woman as just a shallow creature when she hints some of her typical wants. If we drool on seeing a beauty and sum her up as I am doing right now, that is alright, but as soon as a woman goes to the basics she drops from the high pedestal of an intellectual to a shallow bitch.
"Apart from thinking too much when you should just let go" She keeps smiling that calm smile.
