Late Night Thanksgiving Day Visit to the Sea
With a flask of Absinth in one hand and Mira’s hand in the other, we walked out for a late night visit to the sea. A full moon night- the Tail of the Scorpion. The most unlucky day of the year topped off with a black cat crossing our path. A good sign. It began to rain.
Mira and I stopped in the sprinkles and looked at each other. “Do you want to go back, it is raining?” No. We did not want to go back to our room at the Casa Amarela that we converted into a deep, dark writing dungeon, so we walked on through the rain to the sea. The night sky seemed to wink down upon us and cleared completely, leaving only a big staring eye moon behind, ever voyeuring down upon our romance.
We soon arrived at the edge of a cliff that looks out to sea and stopped with a start: the waves were crashing into the shore with a vengeance that we have not observed before. The cyclic blasts of the powerful ocean were grinding shear rock into sand, and the sound was deafening. The night was bright, the tail of the scorpion shone brighter, and I kissed my love amidst the waves of absinthe.