the dancing crystals they call ocean….


The flaming orange ball that the sun was, shone brilliantly off the sparkling waters of the Arabian. The waves, creating a new pattern of shimmering crystals on the surf. The palms swaying to the humid breeze seemed to wave towards the distant horizon, the breeze ruffling the hair growing cooler by the moment, he ran to the water, the still warm sand beneath, hugging his feet at every step. The dancing crystals seemed agonizingly close, when, ding……

Dragging himself back into reality he felt a dull throb on the inside when he thought of the trip that had to be cancelled; when another ding reminded him of the mails that remained to be read!

C’est la vie…


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