I spotted a log on the beach and sat down. The light breeze of the ocean blew. I watched dark clouds roll in as the waves hit the shore. Fishing boats bobbing ready to go.
I saw large pieces of ice being loaded up for the night. People piled in and the small engines roared. Off they rode into the heart of the storm. They showed no hesitation, no fear, or doubt. They went off and rode over the waves. I would have been terrified. However, to them, this was their day.
People swimming and children playing. The smell of seafood filled the air. Small shacks and restaurants littered the shoreline. The smoke from the grills carried quite far. I watched children playing soccer. Not a care in the world.
If only they knew that the storm that I see, they too will experience one day. I watched the lightning in the distance over the hills. They do not know yet, the turmoil of life. Be happy little children, enjoy your time.
I watched dogs running and playing. They got a bit rough; a few squeals were heard but no blood was shed. If I believed in reincarnation, I would love to come back as a beach dog in Bali.
I watched all this take place as the storm grew closer. There was no rain only emotion. I can reflect on the storm off in the distance. Lightning lit up the sky every so often.
The band started to play; the party had started. I was happy to be sitting, still on my log. I made drawings in the sand with pieces of corals.
I was happy to be sitting here, all by my lonesome. I watched happily as the people sang and smiled at the party I was supposed to be at. However, I found it peaceful to sit here and watch.
Take it all in and watch from a distance. This was my way of saying; I am very content right here. I was alone but within sight, I could hear every sound, and then you walked by. I didn’t notice, I was caught up in my thoughts. I paused for a moment and knew it was time. I said goodbye to my log, until next time my friend, we will share some more memories again.
The party was great, a wedding of course. The happy new couple was at their best. Food and drinks went around until no end. Stuffed with seafood we watched the band play. Classic rock mostly, then they took a break.
Looking around I felt out of place. I don’t drink and don’t smoke and not much of a talker. I am more of a people watcher. I did what I do best and wrote a story of this night and what was ahead. The night had set in, and people got tipsy. Laughter and voices filled the room. Happy to see happy people and fun to watch. Life had paused for a moment, frozen in time. The boats went out for a night of fishing. The children that played are probably in bed. The dogs came and ate table scraps and then it was time to go. I remembered my log, and I said goodbye once more.
Zsolt Zsemba 