The Ocean

The water laped gently against the fine white sand, forming a straight moist ledge - like the top of a chocolate eclair.  

the entire beach is practically empty, apart from us and a few small huddles of hippies smoking outside their apartments. 

Then from out of nowhere we hear explosions behind us. I turn round and am smacked in the eyes by bright burning phospherous flowers. Ther light is searing my fully dialated pupils which seconds before had been straining to see sharp edges on the sand. 

The Yai bar is blasting Moby's 'why does my heart feel so bad'. I think. It might have been another song. But it's strerching my cheeks, as a large smile forms between them.  

The ground below me feels like creme brulee cracking under my heels. 

'Come over here' marc beckons. He'd found a smalled sub stream running parallel to the ledge. 'This part feels like walking on captain crunch'. I plod in excitedly, and he's right.  

"I think I've found a moment" I tell him, but he's texting.

"I think I'm really happy". I go on anyway. 

I then notice that my cheek - which had been involved in a minor scooter accident moments before) is acheing because I hadn't stopped smiling. 

And then I decided right there and then to double check and interrogate my happiness.

But another tune comes on, I think I know its from the Forrest Gump soundtrack, and I grin again. 

Earlier in the day,  I'd been floating in the ocean rocking back and fourth with the froth, when I vaguely overheard a female voice singing what I thought was 'memories' (my ears were submerged) I rolled over and started swimming toward the sound, and then noticed a long but visible (and audiable) distance away, a small blonde female head is bobbing up and down in the sea, literally belting out these random tunes.

Marc has stopped throwing a frisbee and asks if I can hear it too. 

I giggle a bit. but I'd thought it was amazing at the time. 

Standing back in the blackness of the captain-crunch beach once again, and quite thankful the fireworks were kept short and sweet. My SMS sound goes off again, but I don't really need to see who it is or what it says. I already know. And I'm happy. I just know.