3 August 2012
I breathe in the salty sea air. I feel the soft warm sand tickling my toes.
The ocean is a mass of swirling colours overlapping each other, sparkling in the sun's warm rays.
Most would say, I've come to the beach.
But I'm actually coming home.
I sit on my favourite rock; it's right by the spot where the waves break on the shore. It's smooth, and glistens with moistness.
I pick up the pebble. It's small, rounded and wet, just like any other pebble.
But it's not just any other pebble.
It's a reminder of all that was before.
A reminder of all the hardship, all the suffering that I've gone through.
A reminder of everything that I've tried to forget.
I feel the weight of the pebble in my hands, the weight of all the terrible things that it carries.
I get into a crouching position, pebble in hand.
I aim.
And I throw it, far, far out to sea. I watch as it breaks through the surface, leaving a trail of ripples in its wake. I imagine it slowly sinking down into the murky depths of the ocean. Gone forever, never to be seen again.
And along with it, it takes my memories.
Pebble Memories • Opuss № I