09-28-2017, 10:24 PM
Nolie stands on the deserted beach and sees words drawn on the sand ahead. As he walks towards them the ocean tide slowly washes over, reforming their shapes into unintelligible lines.
A seagull swoops down scooping up a small crab in its beak. A salty breeze is blowing, the beach is deserted. Beer bottles and cigarette stubs litter the sand. Remains of a fire pit with its ash haphazardly covered with sand is surrounded by footprints of the reveller’s that had danced around it in abandon.
The sun is setting, painting the sky with majestic hues of yellow and purple. Nolie stands with his hands in his pockets, feeling the salty breeze on his face. The moon is rising, full and bright. After a moment of contemplation, he takes out his earpods, puts them in his ears, and plays his music.
https://youtu.be/SgcrYu6d6BM
He dances...
The music flows through his bones, moving him like a marionette. He closes his eyes and relinquishes control. As he dances, he feels the beach come alive. In his minds eye he can see people dancing by the fire, their hips gyrating, their hair wild. A girl kissing her boy, their hips joined in unison; another passing a joint to her friend. Clothes falling to the ground, the fire casting flickering shadows all around. Lovers running hand in hand to the water feeling the breeze against their skin. Cigarettes pepper the canvas, their glowing tips drawing intricate and random shapes.
https://youtu.be/fn_amMJehPU
The song changes and so does the scene...
A girl dances with her friends, her violet skirt betraying her upper thighs in the moonlight. Nolie watches, intent on the way she moves her hips. Her body in tune to the music, the intimate way she places her hand on his neck, the way he grasps her hip, never forcing movement from her, but following her through every movement.
Nolie's heart beats faster, in sync with their movements. Her eyes are closed, she is one with the song, with the dance and with him. He sees pure bliss in her face, a small smile forming on her lips. Nolie watches mesmerised.
https://youtu.be/-tmoaFAT108
The song changes and so does the scene...
The beach is now almost empty, the few stragglers left behind sway together as in a trance, having lost track of time, of place, of being. The girl remains, tangled together with her friends. One by one they leave until she is alone.
She walks along the beach watching the sun as it slowly peaks from the horizon. She hears a sound from far away that brings back hidden memories. A faint whistling, a nameless tune. She sits on the sand, a pensive smile on her face. Absently she begins to scrawl words in the sand. Notes...addressed to Nolie.
The song ends and so does the scene.
Once more the beach is silent, deserted. Night has fallen in earnest, the moonlight casting eerie shadows in the sand. Nolie looks around at where he had seen the words scrawled in the sand. Nothing is there. He sighs, but then smiles and walks quietly away.
A seagull swoops down scooping up a small crab in its beak. A salty breeze is blowing, the beach is deserted. Beer bottles and cigarette stubs litter the sand. Remains of a fire pit with its ash haphazardly covered with sand is surrounded by footprints of the reveller’s that had danced around it in abandon.
The sun is setting, painting the sky with majestic hues of yellow and purple. Nolie stands with his hands in his pockets, feeling the salty breeze on his face. The moon is rising, full and bright. After a moment of contemplation, he takes out his earpods, puts them in his ears, and plays his music.
https://youtu.be/SgcrYu6d6BM
He dances...
The music flows through his bones, moving him like a marionette. He closes his eyes and relinquishes control. As he dances, he feels the beach come alive. In his minds eye he can see people dancing by the fire, their hips gyrating, their hair wild. A girl kissing her boy, their hips joined in unison; another passing a joint to her friend. Clothes falling to the ground, the fire casting flickering shadows all around. Lovers running hand in hand to the water feeling the breeze against their skin. Cigarettes pepper the canvas, their glowing tips drawing intricate and random shapes.
https://youtu.be/fn_amMJehPU
The song changes and so does the scene...
A girl dances with her friends, her violet skirt betraying her upper thighs in the moonlight. Nolie watches, intent on the way she moves her hips. Her body in tune to the music, the intimate way she places her hand on his neck, the way he grasps her hip, never forcing movement from her, but following her through every movement.
Nolie's heart beats faster, in sync with their movements. Her eyes are closed, she is one with the song, with the dance and with him. He sees pure bliss in her face, a small smile forming on her lips. Nolie watches mesmerised.
https://youtu.be/-tmoaFAT108
The song changes and so does the scene...
The beach is now almost empty, the few stragglers left behind sway together as in a trance, having lost track of time, of place, of being. The girl remains, tangled together with her friends. One by one they leave until she is alone.
She walks along the beach watching the sun as it slowly peaks from the horizon. She hears a sound from far away that brings back hidden memories. A faint whistling, a nameless tune. She sits on the sand, a pensive smile on her face. Absently she begins to scrawl words in the sand. Notes...addressed to Nolie.
The song ends and so does the scene.
Once more the beach is silent, deserted. Night has fallen in earnest, the moonlight casting eerie shadows in the sand. Nolie looks around at where he had seen the words scrawled in the sand. Nothing is there. He sighs, but then smiles and walks quietly away.
