Walking barefoot with timid steps he reaches the shore. The sea waves roll in and play at his feet. Perhaps they try to wash away his miseries in their all comforting foam. The seagulls pay him no attention at all as they swoop up and down, busy in their playful camarederie with the waves.
His eyes sting. For a moment he doesn't know if it's from his pent-up emotions or the tang of the sea breeze. Hours pass by as he stares at the horizon.
He inhales a final calming breath. It is twilight. The sky has turned a brilliant flamingo pink. A crooked little smile has carved its way onto his face to his mild surprise.
He knows it was just another day of lessons learnt the hard way. There will be another twilight the next day and the day after that. Just like this one. Perhaps, even pink-er than this one. And with that faith in his heart, he squints far into the horizon trying to breathe in the tranquility and the zing of the sea into his soul.
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From the archives, 2019
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