Mirage

This i wrote after the first night. Friday morning of the trip. The picture is actually my inspiration for it all and was what i was looking at while I wrote. Mostly so i'd stop staring at the other bed like an idiot.


It appeared like a flickering mirage against the peach kissed sky of morning. Boats had been leaving for hours already to do as boats were want to do. Her mind raced as she tossed and turned in the over sized bed that tried to consume her. Seagulls flew and their cries filled the air while far off a buoy bell chimed in the water. All through the night she had watched the faint headlights float in the air. The bridge was gone and there was only darkness and the floating of semi trucks, starting or ending a long days just to prove it was even there. She imagined he always slept uneasily always tossing and turning. The heat has become more bearable through the night even moments of an icy wind came through the screen door. Watching the curtains billion in the soft wind being able to see the lights dance in the water, filled her with such adrenaline it was impossible to sleep. The still dark clouds that faded into the surrounding mountains thrilled her as she sat watching the night become day. People slept through these moments and worked through them often enough to never notice and she was no exception. Even on the day and nights her silly head was filled to bursting with thoughts of pure passion she never took a moment to thank the sun for rising. A fish of what sounded like a fish jumping inthe water caught her attention and she smiled at the thought. Fishing wasn't really her thing but being close enough to hear them was. Though it was more than likely the wind moving a small boat up and down in its docking spot. The horizon had turned from a peach kissed orange to a faded almost dirty yellow through the curtains. Stunning. Just stunning how clear her view was even with a bridge in the way the sky was ever lightening to the soft blue color of the day. How powerful the sea and the river before her could be that they dyed the sky a perfect blue. To cast a reflection so strong that there would never be anyone not even the blind couldn't see. The ocean and all its glory was a true hand to the being that if one believed in all the right things and thought of little else was like God. It was overwhelming to witness the change in the water as it had been black with golden lamp lights dancing for many hours to see it blue again. Not even again for the first time for there were so many first time to be had. There it was again that silly fish which she began to believe was just a silly bird trying very hard to get a silly fish. Or possibly a very brave well insulated person taking a swim. Or as her still sleeping friend had thought the night before it might have been a seal. But a seal in a place like this would be like a fox in the Hamptons. So really actually anything was possible. While she could dream it was a dolphin she wouldn't wish any dolphin to get stuck in an area alone or even as a group. Oh the noises the sounds of water and birds it was just like a hypnotherapy CD. Where they try to get you to relax. And she was relaxed for all the thoughts racing in her mind about friends, work, school, the man in the bed across from her and the future she could never decide on she felt at ease. So strong and so confident. The ocean air was doing wonders for her and if only there was a way to bottle it up and take it home. All the reasons she had to cry all the reasons she had to give it all up. For some pills and a knife flew from her mind as the sky became bright and the water became so free again. While jumping off the beck to feel the water on her bare skin was tempting she thought better of it as she had found no real way to get out again. Also 6am water would probably be so cold she'd go into hypothermia and all her relaxed emotions would vanish as panic set in. Today was not a day for panic. It was adventure, living as she had only ever tried to write...minus the magic costume changes, easy romance and bad guys to fight with things that sparkled in order to save the word. It was the bridge she just knew it had to do with the bridge. Nothing had ever made her feel so small yet so powerful as she looked out at it. Standing tall, strong and proud of all it was with such grace and elegant form she was almost jealous of the bridge. Again the noise but she didn't want to venture from the soft fold of the bed out to the deck to look for that which made the noise. She knew she'd regret not looking but the mystery made it anything she wanted. The people below on the dock yelled at each other looking for their rifles. It sounded so innocent yet could be taken to be so much more exciting. Her imagination soared with the ideas of what they might be doing on a boat with rifles. Seagull hunting? Killing someone. It was never a wise thing she had heard to make a dock man angry. They knew where they could dump the body in a current that would take you out to South America assuming a shark didn't find you first. "Bobby! Make sure you turn on the boat this time!" The voices made her laugh. How could he not turn on the boat but things like that did happen. Oh she wondered where they would be headed off to. Fishing for the day perhaps to to patrol of maybe they were drug runners or more then likely just boat owners who liked to be up nice and early and take a trip before heading off to their real job.