I close my eyes and this moment is perfect.
The sound of the waves is like constant rolling thunder. The breeze blows the pages of the book that sits open on my lap. They flap to the rhythm of nature itself.
With my head leaned back on the reclined chair sinking into the sand, I can imagine the world around me disappear and even the rolling thunder begins to sound far off. All that is left is the wind. With this world so faded, the problems and the doubts and all the muck of the mind seems to go with it.
I close my eyes and this moment is perfect. No pain, no trepidation, no maybes, no what-ifs. No more second guessing past decisions. The past and the future dissolve into a single a moment. Uncertainty is a thing wholly beyond this moment and the world, for all its distance, seems more concrete. More vivid.
The breeze rouses the pages on my lap into a panic. The rhythm of the world's calm, renewed, bliss momentarily broken, my eyes open. There is no transition. No hesitation.
The world seems clouded now. Spots dance across the surface of my eyes, speckling the horizon of the beach that now seems so far away. The world was clearer with eyes closed. I move my toes and they grind against the sand between them.
As the rolling thunder unfolds before my speckled vision I wonder about all those things that had slipped away when my eyes were closed. Overwhelmed, my head falls back from the weight of its thoughts. My eyes look straight ahead and there is an island of blue among a sea of clouds. The maybes and the what-ifs swirl.
I keep my eyes on that island and I smile. This moment, too, is perfect.
