Beach Myth-Personal Narrative

With pallid skin and gleaming eyes I was laying there on the boundary where the promised land meets the immense blue sea. The rhythmic dance of the salty waves washed me ashore. My mind was stressed, confused and alienated. I felt lucky for once, as I had realised that I was the only saved soul on that remote abandoned island. I looked up to the sky. A blue velvet curtain was dotted with miniature white stars; as the sun was departing for a new long journey on the other side of earth, the sky was becoming speckled with tiny dots that started covering the earthy night with a velvety heat.

The smiling sun was covered with the heavy mist produced by the green, life full palm trees lining up at the far horizon. Its cantaloupe and vivid coral coloured rays that a few hours ago were dominating the sky, were now sleeping and hiding behind the fresh water vapour. There were moments when the rays of the sun started a mesmerising dance with the blades of those palm trees, leaving one’s eyes captivated by the beautiful exhibition, however, that moment was not one of those. The land was silent, weakened and lifeless. Moreover, the sharp grains of sand that were kissing my body opened up

The unending dark night seemed to impatiently descend onto that inauspicious area that seemed to be confined by a long domino of ancient trees which quietly sat over. The brown knees of the trees hold on to the rigid earth with a firm heaviness of purpose that made it challenging to determine where the ancient roots begun and the sandy beach ended, so potent was the unity between the archaic wood and the gritty