The warmth is overwhelming, the humidity hovering and due to God a pleasant breeze is blowing underneath the thatched seashore restaurant. The ocean’s a soup, simply as I prefer it, with mild waves that generally deceive me and immediately submerge me. The season is over and few remaining vacationers are struggling between quick walks and refuge within the shade, quenching their thirst with something obtainable: water, beer, fruit juices. The breeze is again and I benefit from the sound of the backwash. Scent of omelette and the strawberry vendor’s voice speaking with a Norwegian woman. I am tempted to take some footage to submit on Fb to point out to pals the top of season ambiance, to be in comparison with that of excessive one. The restaurant boy is dismantling the hut, actually pulling away items of dried palm leaf that make up the roof.
I am scorching, my pores and skin burns, and have a headache from damp, which all the time begins at 9 within the morning, when the solar is already scorching. My cheese omelette on toast is scrumptious and the breeze returns, benevolent and mitigating, blowing on my salt burnt pores and skin. I take a full breath and drink soda with lime which takes me again to life with its dioxide bubbles that gurgle down my throat and the tang of lime. I am closing my home and slowly placing all issues within the trunks. I virtually completed with garments, sheets, towels and materials; a couple of extra issues are drying within the backyard and I will shut it this night, to begin with the kitchen one: pans, dishes and home equipment. It’s exhausting working with consistency on this warmth, and I typically cease underneath the fan or lie down in mattress, underneath the fan.Solely birds, canine and squirrels echo within the air, with some bellow embellishment, when a herd goes by. Generally even the fixed chirping bothers me, however they too should really feel the warmth. My headache is fixed. I am too outdated for this local weather with out air-con and the consolation of civilization the place I come from. The breeze turns into wind, the damp has lined the solar and two policemen are patrolling the shoreline, quick for top tide. There comes a younger Indian vacationer, she brings music and sympathy. She collects shells. We alternate two phrases and glances. I understand the parallel universes that can by no means contact; infinite life incessantly flowing alongside countless rails of infinite viewpoints. Magnificence is throughout. I find it irresistible so. I might reasonably get misplaced in nothingness than apparently be protected in a field closed universe. That is the infinite, prefer it or not, it by no means ends and by no means even begins. I find it irresistible and let myself go to it with a smile. All that is only for the arrival of a younger woman with music; out of season, however inside all the things. Two unknown vacationers’ hearts and a hut by the ocean. My film. Headache is again; the breeze is all the time extra humid and there is no method out.