Memories as a Child during a Danish Summer
There are little memories I have of you. The way you felt, the way you made everything seem ok, so beautiful, so perfect. I'd come and visit you every summer that I could. You were always so silent, windy and warm. A delicate balance. I would take advantage of you, enjoying every moment I had with you and I realized at that point you were the reason why I loved life. The way you crashed on the sand and crawled towards my feet tickling me with your touch. The way you exhaled on the sand dunes that ran along the eternal beaches, the way you sighed on the reeds and the way you fell alseep on the Ocean's horizon. At sunset I remember all the streaks of colors in the sky, reds, oranges, and yellow, and the tranquility of the sailboats wandering aimlessly upon your surface. When you whistled it put me to sleep, also hearing the choppy water trying to find peace. I remember galloping like a horse upon your skin, feeling my feet permeate you without harm, and smiling so wide as the sun soaked through me, and diving into you and feeling the cold bite at my skin. I remember those long summer days when it was just you and me, all alone together, and I'd lay next to you and you'd let my body mold myself right into place. Your gusts of wind caressed my hair and I'd fall asleep dreaming of Pirates and Flying like Peter Pan.
I miss you. I miss all of those things you gave to me. I miss the innocence I once held, the extreme curiosity I had of life, the lack of insecurities, fears and uncertainities of the world I would too soon discover. When eveything felt certain, defined, unambiguous and true. I miss you so much. I miss my body next to you, and both of us watching the stars, and when we'd see the occaisonal shattered star fall. I remember the chattering voices a few footsteps away where my parents were, and the smell of roasting hamburgers and beer.
And there I was, with you, my little secret, in my favorite place, in my own little perfect world.
Thank you for those moments I long for now.
For those curious, I was writing about the summer's I'd spend on Denmark's northern coast of Jutland, near Skagne, where there are the most beautiful and endless beaches with sand dunes and yellow houses with red tile roofts on them. As a child it was my favorite place to be, and somehow I was totally content with being all by myself and discovering my surroundings. For some reason, I get really emotional remembering this time of my life. When everything seemed so right and awesome.
I miss you. I miss all of those things you gave to me. I miss the innocence I once held, the extreme curiosity I had of life, the lack of insecurities, fears and uncertainities of the world I would too soon discover. When eveything felt certain, defined, unambiguous and true. I miss you so much. I miss my body next to you, and both of us watching the stars, and when we'd see the occaisonal shattered star fall. I remember the chattering voices a few footsteps away where my parents were, and the smell of roasting hamburgers and beer.
And there I was, with you, my little secret, in my favorite place, in my own little perfect world.
Thank you for those moments I long for now.
For those curious, I was writing about the summer's I'd spend on Denmark's northern coast of Jutland, near Skagne, where there are the most beautiful and endless beaches with sand dunes and yellow houses with red tile roofts on them. As a child it was my favorite place to be, and somehow I was totally content with being all by myself and discovering my surroundings. For some reason, I get really emotional remembering this time of my life. When everything seemed so right and awesome.