Hey, random people. Went to the beach today to catch the last of the summer-like sun. It wasn't a drawing day at all, so I wrote a short story instep. I just realized I hadn't done that in a looong while :D Hope you like it!
DFTBA
The Moment
(by Viktor Petrov)
A little girl puts her mother’s beach towel around her neck and starts running in circles. In her head, she’s flying as the sea-born wind meets her pale freckled face in the same way the waves meet the shore bellow the alley of seaweed. To her, this moment is as long as the eternity that precedes the next one.
I wish they could see what I see. I wish they could hear the music I hear. I take a good look at them as I take my shoes and socks off. They think they are here, but they are somewhere else.
Immediately after I remove the clothes from my upper body the wind engulfs me. I feel everything – the motion of it all. The Earth spinning beneath my feet, the unbound late summer air conducting its melodies in the lowest of octaves around me, the seemingly impossible flight of birds above my head, the tiny drops of salty water on my thighs, outcast from where they once used to belong – the hurtfully silent sea before me. I wish they could feel it all, too.
I lie on the sand and look up. I remember why the color of the clear blue sky is my favorite. I turn to them in a desperate attempt to find even a single person looking up with me but in vain.
I wish somebody would ask me what was happening. I’d answer “Everything. Everything’s happening”. I’d show them, too. I’d make them listen, make them really see. I’d tell them to look up. I’d tell them about the color of the stainless sky and explain why I love it so much. Sadly, there is nobody here but you and me.
You have to promise me... promise me you will look up.