You’re standing there alone. Watching the waves, just like you do every day. Maybe today I’ll have the courage to say hello. Maybe I’ll have the courage to ask you what is that you see when you look at the waves? What are you hoping to find?
The wind tousles your brown hair, pushing it back from your face. Your piercing blue eyes hold their gaze. They’re as cold as the sea on this November morning.
I take another step forward. I’m closer today than I’ve ever been. Today. I must do this today before I lose my courage. A deep breath and another step forward. And another.
You turn away and slowly walk up the beach. Your head down, shoulders slumped. I can feel the sorrow in your gait.
My moment has passed. Maybe tomorrow.
I walk forward and scan the waves as they lap the shoreline. I’m standing where you stood. What is it that you see? What are you searching for? Maybe tomorrow I’ll ask you. Maybe tomorrow.
Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson
*This is in response to Sue Vincent’s #writephoto Thursday photo prompt. If you would like to get in on the fun, you can find out all about it HERE.