I cannot get it out of my mind. In my subconsciousness, I still feel the blowing wind in my face and I still feel the fine grainy sand under my feet.
I am still stuck to a time of no worries. Sigh…
This path leads to a beach called Zenith, if I recall correctly.
I was away for a few days and I am on post-trip blues.
This battered path leads to at least two stations that used to house a gun each during the World War II to protect a natural harbor close by.
I wonder how it feels like during the night with clear sky and stars glittering in the southern sky. I should have looked up when I was there at night. I did not do so and I completely ignored the heaven. In the past, I would not have given the opportunity a miss.
Even if I had looked up, I can no longer recognize the constellations in the sky.
It is probably a sign of how dreams changed.
How I wish I had never grown up.