Warm and Salty Memories

It is getting cooler. The ocean is not as turquoise and innocent as it was in the morning. It became indigo, with red and yellow flickers of light that look like some passionate artist painted them on the water's surface with thin brush. The hot summer day is slowly turning into a beautiful evening.

There is this strong smell of the sea; warm summer wind tangles my mother's hair that flies towards the red setting sun. She wears a white dress, knee-high that looks like white sails from the blue boat anchored at the far horizon.

I sit on the peach tinted sand and eat cherries. The sweet burgundy juice stains my hands and I run to the blue water, plunge my hands into it, and watch how the little waves take the red away. I look back at my mother and see her waving at me. ''Let's go, let's go''! Her voice echoes on the green rocks that surround our hidden lagoon.

I stand up and run to her falling on my way through the dunes, catching the sand in my pockets, standing up and running again until I hold my mother's hand, warm and soft, and we both walk along the shore.

Everything is so calm and peaceful. We look at the water that flickers with the reddish flames of the setting sun that cast the last rays before drowning its hot body into to the cool sea. I close my eyes..... It hurts to look at this pull of hot flames , and I continue to walk with my eyes closed holding my mom's hand. I feel complete protection and trust, and the feeling of happiness fills me, lifts me up, and I feel like I am flying, swimming in the ocean of unconditional love, peace and joy mingled with the warm, salty air.

''Look,'' my mother wakes me up from my dream. I open my eyes and see that the red sun is gone and enormous silver moon is taking over the realm of night. It is majestic. It looks like a big royal coin minted from pure silver.