When I fell, the sand scraped my face a bit but still I laughed so hard that my stomach hurt. Our walk that night is still a cause of joy-filled delight for me. I often wonder if you ever think about that evening so long ago. Well really, do you ever think about me?
We escaped the falderal of the party narrowly as we fled blindly to the sea. The sand like a plush carpet to our out of place feet. You and I were not a part of that scene and took great comfort in our camaraderie. The sound of the waves so loud it deleted the noise of the blaring music we had left behind us. Free to walk the beach and soak in the sea with it’s tranquil and rhythmic breathing. We sat on the rocks and simply held each other’s hands as the healing sunset relaxed us.
On the way back is when I fell. Could that have been a Freudian slip?
the light of sunset
a clear path upon the sea
the water is calm
© Carol Campbell
Bjorn Rudberg hosted this week’s Haibun Monday asking us to write one about a walk or walking. This is my contribution.
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