Saturday, 27 February 2010

The Beach

Monday 15th February 2010, 4.30pm, Maya Bay Beach - Koh Phi Phi

I'm laying on the sand, in the sand, am the sand - that's the only way to lie on a beach properly, you have to give in to temporary grainy intrusion and let the sand become one with you, to fight it is futile. There are mossy cliffs framing the beach on either side that jut out in to the water in a semi-circle, horse-shoeing the cove symmetrically so that I rather feel like I'm laying on the stage of a proscenium arch theatre; the sea my undulating and attentive audience, the sharp coral beds in the shallows my first-night critics. I'm considering myself somewhat of an expert on beach vistas nowadays, having frequented as many as I could manage through South East Asia. Let me tell you this fact fans - Maya Bay is Mother Nature's Mona Lisa. Her Sistine Chapel, her Water Lilies, her Sunflowers, her unduplicated finest hour and supreme work of art. 'I don't care how you get here, just get here if you can.'

Ella and Daniel have gone off to do boisterous, lively things like playing frisbee and exploring the forest and climbing rocks. None of these activities are of any even remote interest to me. As per, I am happy to be left in peace, sunshine and stillness with my imagination. And oh, what a thing of beauty it is that I imagine today.

Despite my Valentine's tirade yesterday, as I lie here today, I'm thinking about a boy. A boy in an ironically chosen pale blue Hawaiian shirt, and khaki cut-off shorts. A boy with fair yet afternoons outside sun-kissed skin. A boy who lets a cigarette droop confidently from his rose pink and blossoming cupid bow lips. A boy with eyes like marbles, and corn coloured straight hair that falls reverently across his smooth forehead. A boy who runs through jungles, who fights off sharks. A boy who has lain in this spot where I now dream about him from.

Oh Leonardo, I'm on your beach. Won't you come join me?

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