Who knew about this quiet?
Sand and sky.
Sara's found her perfect beach.
The waves roll in with sucking force and retreat leaving an excellent surface for boogie
boarders and skimmers.
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EXCERPT FROM SARA’S JOURNAL August
5, 1999
Praia de Gale, Portugal
Wind and Sea
Who knew about this quiet? And that beyond the deserts of Iberia lay this open expanse
of wind and sea? I’m floating, bobbing in something warmer than the Canadian
Maritimes – more refreshing than the Mediterranean, with more sand and fewer chairs,
more wind, fewer breasts. The swells are enough to make one seasick. I’m out
treading, one moment Rich can see me from under the umbrella. Then I’m gone, behind
the swell. The waves roll in with sucking force, carving a trench at the shore, tossing
giddy bathers and delighting bodysurfers. He’s missing me, and paddles out to this
empty chop. The clarity deceives me into thinking I can touch the bottom – golden
sand like that on the beach. Then we let the ocean carry us in, and the shoreline’s
millions of weathered shells collect in my bathing suit.
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A reflection in rose-coloured glasses.
Costa Azul love.
Mosey sim telephono.
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