We were leaning over the balcony, a cool wind spluttering through our hair, watching endless blue waves roll by. We listened to the elated shouts of children in the pool, the clatter and chatter of people in the restaurant, the relaxed conversations of adults stretched out on chairs facing the water. The air was filled with the fresh smells of sea salt and straight-out-of-the-oven pizza, swirly vapors twisting up to where we stood, enveloping us in a kind of happy, warm goodness.
Find me, it seemed to say. Come and find me.
© Priya Ganesan, April 2009