Goa

11th of November

I’d been resting for an hour and felt the drowsy adventurous feeling creep up on me, the one when you really would like some excitement but just isn’t in the mood to make something happen. Now would be a perfect time for some crazy friend with a lot of ideas to call me. No one got my new Indian number thou, so I didn’t put much hope on anyone contacting me for this evening.

I put on my sunglasses, locked the door and strolled on towards the beach. The sun found its way through the leaves of palm trees, reaching for the sky. It was beautifully marine blue, the sky, and not a cloud in sight. Not that there were no clouds, they just weren’t visible for the humidity clouding the clouds. Figuratively. I passed the manager of the hotel and gave him a smile.

“… I knew all the roads but the roads did not know me, guaranteed.” Sang Eddie Vedder as I strolled through the small track of sand down to the beach. I found myself smiling. The sand was rolling over my feet as I walked along the track, I could feel it bounce on my calves. The sand was colder than earlier, and colder then the air. Not that this is considered cold in any way. Even now in the sunset was it warm enough for people to only dress in Speedos.

A breeze of warm air slid across my face as I took my first step down on the beach. It felt like a big bucket of warm water plunging over you in ultra rapid. It was in some ways soothing. I passed the sun-beds and sat down next to the waterfront. Wave after wave came rolling in across the hard sand, a couple of meters from my feet. I knew that the water was still warm, warmer than it ever got at home.

A couple of birds passed on a leisurely flight as the sun grew redder along with the sky. A couple was playing in the water and a man on a bike came to sell ice-cream. I found myself wonder why people tried to make this moment any different in any way. Someone to talk to could sure be nice right now, but beside that didn’t I have a single wish in the world. So how long should I stay here?