Two Sandals
Ten weeks ago we were strangers, but now in the dark you feel my presence as my bare feet approach. You toss aside one of the sandals you are sitting on, an invitation to join you on the sand.
The cool wind whips my sun-streaked hair back. Waves, calm and powerful, take their time and make the night's only sound.
Our baked, cement-powder-infused bodies soak up the moisture through every pore. We share: the silence, the ocean air, the adventure completed. Wave after wave of peace engulfs us. There is only peace.
We have spent ourselves for a good cause; the one we follow has told us we finished. Ignorant and innocent, we sit in peace on two sandals.