the dark blue waters of evening had pooled in the bay hemmed in by mountains studded with lights when i saw you for the first time and thought "at last, we meet again."
there you stood feet in the waves curls tumbling into the night i saw myself reflected there saw years shared before this moment of meeting.
you were humming my favourite song and when we began to talk we couldn't stop our words raced each other clambered over and around in eagerness in recognition in pure golden elation until
something changed in your eyes and you kissed me i felt a great opening an unfolding the gentle settling of a life that before had known nothing of itself and now stood
suddenly
steeped in sea foam
seeing itself.
About the Creator
Maria Stallmann
Born and raised in South Africa, Nature has always been central to my writing. With my current studies in Environmental Humanities, I am exploring the theory behind nature writing. Read on for stories on Nature, people, nostalgia and more.
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