The house on the beach - prt 2

Morning at home.

After Subuh (dawn) sky is beautiful. The dark blue of yesterday meeting against the bright orange light of today giving you a colour combination so contrast yet so harmony. A blend only God would be able to pull off.

The smell of the ocean beckons me. The soft cooling wind exchanging the heat from inside my wooden house. I step down the white steps and my feet touched the soft white sand. Feels like damp flour. I walk along the beach where the ocean was yesterday. The feeling of cold wet sand underneath my feet waking up my senses.

I breath in and took in my moment. I look back at my house. Just a while, I thought. I’ll be back to make breakfast for my sayangs. Thank you God.