The morning was spent at the beach after months. I teased the water. Squatting near the finish line of every wave, I remain untouched. I liked it this way today. Maybe not tomorrow.
I was late for the sun rise. It was up, but shying behind grey clouds that were to shed tears later in the day. Every now and then it peeped out, sparkled and blushed red at its reflection in the undulating waters.
People. Politics. Past. Aspirations. Crabs. Fears. Plays. Zeb and Haniya.
We talked. We laughed. We awed. We cribbed. We loved. We didn't cry. There was no need.
We ended our morning glory with hot breakfast. It was just perfect.
Since morning, I have been listening to three songs obsessively.
1. Suzanne- Leonard Cohen
2. Every Teardrop is a Waterfall- Coldplay
3. Every Little Thing She Does is Magic- Sting/ Symphoniticies
Now I'll go listen to them again. And again.
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