and look for the stars as the sun goes down
each breath that you take has a thunderous sound
each breath that you take has a thunderous sound
Is she a little bit drunk? Perhaps.
Should she be doing this? Perhaps not.
And yet here she is on the last day of her honeymoon, standing in the whipping wind and staring at the roaring sea. The monsoons are coming, almost here; she can feel them in her bones, her soul, the encantado finely attuned to the dizzying rush of the storm. It is likely unsafe to be out today, at the mercy of the elements, awaiting the impending deluge to strike.
And yet here she is, standing on the shoreline, her arms extended for the wind to carry her off like a kite. Eyes closed and cheeks red from the sting of salt and the first rain water, Amalia waits for something to happen- not knowing what it is going to be, only that it will come.
Should she be doing this? Perhaps not.
And yet here she is on the last day of her honeymoon, standing in the whipping wind and staring at the roaring sea. The monsoons are coming, almost here; she can feel them in her bones, her soul, the encantado finely attuned to the dizzying rush of the storm. It is likely unsafe to be out today, at the mercy of the elements, awaiting the impending deluge to strike.
And yet here she is, standing on the shoreline, her arms extended for the wind to carry her off like a kite. Eyes closed and cheeks red from the sting of salt and the first rain water, Amalia waits for something to happen- not knowing what it is going to be, only that it will come.
Amalia
