White sandy beaches
Ocean scents dissolve anchors wrapped around our necks
We pledge to remove all time pieces
And let the days drip slowly by
Walks down sleepy dirt roads
An outdoor make-shift restaurant of sorts, finds us
We peruse the catch of the day
From long wooden carts lined with freshly caught fish resting on ice
So simple to point and choose
Open fire cooking emits wonderful sounds off a hot pan
We smell the sizzling aroma while we wait
Our mouths drip with anticipation
Morning sunrises
Dusk sunsets
What falls in between so lighthearted, not bonded by time
Creating memories not in high definition
Grainy 8 millimeter movies without sound etched in our heads
Freedom defined by silent smiles of the cast
Reel to reel, bookended by the orange sun
That signal the scene’s beginning and end
We know the movie cannot last forever
Eventually our watches will return to our wrists
Transported back to a world obsessed with time
But not now; now is for white sandy beaches, ocean breezes
A collection of orange sunsets to remember the beauty of our youth
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Originally posted August 25, 2015