the sound of the waves. thats the first thing that registered in my brain. water carried by momentum, striking and breaking along the sands of the shore line. aside from that, it was really quiet. i suppose every morning is, here in the provinces. none of the noise from passing tricycles whose engines seem to be just a kilometer away from breaking down, nor can you hear any horns from speeding cars and vehicles. none of those extremely irritating open-mufflers that motorcycle riders seem to fancy, and none of those damned jeeps that are equipped with those powerful sound systems that play nothing but garbage. just the waves. stepping out of the tent, i feel the chill of the morning air. the winds are mild, yet cold. paired with the warming rays of the morning sun, the feelings just too good to be real. i look up, and the skies are clear. not a single cloud in sight. and over the horizon, to the west, the skies appear to be a shade of blue that stretches out on to forever. not a soul in sight. this is the beauty of virgin, unknown beaches. this is what life is.
Posted on: Sat, 02 Nov 2013 04:49:20 +0000
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