Soft, peace, dreams, stars

Story

From one minute to the next the hues changed from sandy brown to rose and shimmery gold.

It's quiet on the beach at sunset, just the rhythmic sound of the waves crashing on the shore, the soothing heartbeat of Mother Earth. Fussy little birds with stick-like legs run back and forth as the waves approach, hoping for tasty treats left in the wake. My footsteps are muffled by the sand. The ever-changing light of the sunset caresses the water, the dunes, the palm trees and me. For some reason the only thing that comes to mind is a recurring phrase from Antoine de Saint Exupery's Citadel: "In the quietness of my love..."

There is nothing to do but contemplate the intricacy of detail and infinite variation of things: a million grains of sand, no two alike, the flawless precision of a bird's flight, the endless line where land meets water, my horizon. Vegetation takes over the barren dunes, advancing to the tide line.

The rose light softens to violet, then dims rapidly. The dune shadows grow longer and stars start showing in the darkening sky. Sight gives way to the soft touch of the breeze on bare skin as the syncopated whoosh of the waves lulls away troubles and woes.

Soft, peace, dreams, stars.  

Reviews

[Rebecca]

poetic, but "mother earth" isn't conscious. Earth has no conscioussness. God is Male. Good use of poetic description though