And yet another – Mahe, Seychelles Islands

I am lulled into a relaxed state of consciousness aided by the slow pace of small island atmosphere. I have been too serious lately and decided it`s time to revert back to the simple things for a while and remember how it is to do nothing.

My airy room is decorated in seafoam green and creamy lemon yellow with dramatic contrasting dark wood rafters lining the high ceiling. I could sleep practically any direction in my kingsize bed without losing a toe off the end. When I got bored of playing hopscotch on the cool floortiles and counting the flowers on the tree next to my porch I decided to take a ride.

I jumped on the old rickety bus in hopes of finding a quiet beach somewhere I could practice my nothingness. I pressed the three silver coins into the drivers hand and settled into a seat next to an open window. I passed by the first beach which looked far too busy for my purpose today. This is a small island and most of the edge is beachlined so I was confident I would find another in no time. I enjoyed the ride admiring the lush tropical greenery fanning out every which way bordering the narrow road. I wondered if the bus would loop around as I noticed that the passengers were thinning out substantially.

As I came down and around a rocky slope my senses honed in on the crescent shaped beach hugging a calm bay. Looks good to me I thought as I got off the bus and walked down the wet sand. I strolled to the end near some large smooth boulders and choose a patch beside a bush peppered with pink grapefruit colored blossoms. I was completely alone as I watched yesterdays sandcastle crumble and dissolve.

The frenzy of sandflies launched a full offensive forcing me to escape into the tranquil waters of the cove. I frowned at the dozens of puffy spots which looked like a case of the chickenpox as I waded in immediately sensing the soothing relief of sea. Limbs extended like a starfish I hovered effortlessly hearing the muted swoosh of the wind skimming the surface. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sensation of the water temperature varying every so slightly with each centimeter of depth. I swept my arms and legs in jumping jack motions making, not snow, not sand, but sea angels!

I began to daydream that I was weightlessly propelling myself through space when I felt a single juicy drop splash my forehead. The light sprinkling quickened into a pounding downpour within a matter of seconds. I savored the briny mixture of rainy saltwater as I parted my lips slightly, allowing the drizzle to trickle over my tongue. I swung my body over rolling onto my stomach and surveyed the droplets suspended over the surface. The perfect spheres hung momentarily before bursting, minuscule globules vanishing into their counterpart below. The cloudburst ended as abruptly as it began leaving behind a fine mist in its wake.

I splashed around the shallows a bit longer until a random wave drenched me unexpectedly from behind. I imagine I must have looked much like Cousin It before I dunked my head back to remove the hair curtaining my face. I must have been swimming for a while because when I looked up, I noticed that about a dozen people dotted the shore halfway down. I just realized how many times I must have described beaches over the last year. The first time I really remember seeing the ocean wasn`t until my mid-teens. I guess growing up completely landlocked really helps you appreciate this stuff.

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