|Repose Remembers (reposeremembers) wrote in repose,|
@ 2020-04-11 15:45:00
|Entry tags:||alex white, plot: memories|
Will characters be viewing the memory or experiencing it?: Experiencing
Warning, this memory contains: Life
It's morning. The light of the sun filters in through the canopy of trees as rays of soft gold illuminating through the summer green warmly. You're squinting because it's so bright; it's a luminosity you've never experienced, because everything it touches it heats and that includes your skin. You keep looking at your skin. It has changed quietly over the days. It's becoming gold too, a subtle glow underneath your very being, and freckles kiss your knuckles, your shoulders, even your nose. You know, you know it's from that ball of light embraced by pale skies and you can't get enough of it. It seeps past your skin and into your veins, a subtle burn that spreads from your heart to the tips of your toes and fingers. You move quicker through the trees now, playing hide and seek with the shadows coolly caressing that sweet fire.
Your feet are faster now, they don't stumble along roots, grass and rock, though they feel it all. A scrape, a tickle, and it's somehow all so foreign but becoming more and more familiar as each moment passes, as the birds call from high above. The trees are growing sparse, and the blinding brilliance at the end is what your seeking. You can hear it roaring. Crashing. A rushing that pulls in and out. In and out and it's pulling you in and out to where you're not sure, but you're following and your pulse beats in time.
And you barrel out of enchanted trees and fairy tale reality into something that startles you into a halt. You stare open mouthed as salty wind picks up and rushes against you cooler than the shadows and warm as the sun all at the same time. Before you is endless blue, and not of the sky, but of water. It crashes over sand, breaking waves making patterns along the shore. And that blue? That color stretches on and on until it meets the horizon, glittering with reflections of pure white that dances on forever. Your heart which had been beating so furiously before, so enthralled with earth thrumming beneath your feet seems to go silent in awe. For a moment you're frightened, where is your heart? And you realize it's with that deep, pulling blue. It's to and away and it wants you to draw closer. So you do.
A step. Then another. Then another and another and another until you are running again, and the sand is giving way under your feet, unsteady and sticking to your skin as if it belongs there. You're stumbling, far from graceful, but the brine pulls you in and tugs you away even as arms flail, even though there is the threat of stumbling. Gulls are the birds that are crying out now, disappearing into the clouds and you're still going and only come to a stop when water crashes along your ankles. You jump back, uncertain at first. It's cool. The wave brings your feet deep into the wet sand and for a moment you stand gobsmacked. It's so loud. It's so big. It's so endless. And goodness above you feel it in you as much as you can feel the sun pumping through the blood in your veins. Blood. Blood moving. Heart moving. You're moving once more.
You go deeper now.
It's at your knees. It's at your waist and you gasp in fresh clean air and you taste the droplets of salt spraying along your face. It's cold. It's warm. It's engulfing and you're riding the waves feet lifting and falling back to the shifting hills underneath undulating cerulean. You're not sure why but you inhale sharply and disappear. You disappear beneath the beautiful balmy water and for an instant you're one with it. You're floating. You remember floating, but it's not dark and it's not light it just is and the chill is cradling you in love, sweetly sweeping under your limbs like a bassinet. Just as your chest begins to blaze you break through the surface, gasping, and that sweet, sweet air is in your lungs and you know, you know you're alive while it trickles violently through you. You laugh loudly, joyfully, the waves lifting you, celebrating by shattering along your torso, spraying you in saline. Louder the laughter comes and you stretch your arms out, glancing back at the beach.
You see him. He's watching you. He's smiling. So, so very bare a smile that you almost assume it's an illusion under the light.
But you smile back.
And you live.