Another Sunny Day

We felt, that day, almost invincible, a sense of time spread out in front and everything to play for, so let's run, run, run, into the day; smack, bang directly into the sun. But also, we knew, somewhere inside ourselves, that things would come to an end eventually, so there was also a feeling of urgency, of time running out, of all of the everything laid out in front of us becoming gradually less, of things receding. We knew that we were both invicible, because we were young, and not, because we were alive.

The sun was bright in the sky.

We drove your car along the coast, the sun smashing its way in through the windows, blasting us with light, with life. We opened the windows and the wind wooshed through the car. We listened to a tape of songs your father used to play you when you were young. We sang along to Simon and Garfunkel. The day felt endless, a clear sea with no bottom.

A colourful coral reef teeming with life.

We bought ice-creams. They melted in our hands as we laughed and hurridly ate them. We ran along the beach, hand in hand, and afterwards lay by the sea, watching the sun-dappled waves making their way to shore and then back out again. I ran into the water, waded out up to my thighs. You pushed me in. I swam, submerged, and kissed you.

I fell asleep in the bright light and dreamed vividly.