I wanted to try something different... and this is what came out.

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Looking at the Sun
Daniel [ daniel@bcworks.net ]
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Summary:  Nothing happens in this story.  Seriously.  In fact, I don't think
I'd even call it a story.  It's more like a sketch, a snapshot, of sorts.


The taste of the Ocean never cease to amaze me.  The salty, almost metallic
taste of the sea lingers in my mouth as I take in another lungful of fresh
air.  The smell of the place tingles my nose.  It's like...  I can never
describe it fully, but I try to nevertheless.  First, there's the fresh,
cool scent of the ocean itself.  Then there's the smell of the wildflowers
that reminds me of the rose garden I have at home.  The scent, though, is
not quite the same - the wildflowers have that piquant, but earthly,
quality.  The refreshing, oxygen rich - I give myself a small smile for
saying that - smell of the forest around me catches my attention as well...
Oh, how can I forget his scent?  I've been around him so much that I only
notice its absence...  it's definitely there.

The words fail to describe the view of the place.  Everything is covered by
that blue eerie glow, the glow that signifies the nearness of sunrise.  Fog
covers the beach, adding to the mythical feel of the place.  The fog is
dissipating fast, however, and I can see patches of the golden beach with
the ocean quietly lapping at them.  The wave is truly random.  I look up at
the clear, blue sky.  I notice hints of orange at the horizon and I
patiently wait.  Gradually, the sun raises its radiant face, and its rays
cut through the fog as the blue glow quickly dissolve away.  Alexander and
little Annika notice the rising sun as well, and momentarily stops working
on their sandcastle.

I suddenly realize that I'm shivering a little.  I snuggle in closer to him.
As his strong arms tighten their grip, I can feel his warmth slowly sipping
through my body, leaving me with this tingling feeling inside.  I sigh in
contentment.