They were oblivious to the world around them.
Together, as if by unspoken agreement, they sat down in the shallow waters. The tide was starting to turn, the waves were getting bigger; each ebb and flow of the water brought the sea closer to the shore inch by inch. Sunset was almost upon them, the rays of the sun getting longer as they coloured the sand golden.
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“Now, voyager, sail thou fort to seek and find.”
-Walt Whitman
He sat at the desk in the study, scrutinizing the instrument in his hands. As a child, he used to sneak in here to play with his father’s instruments when he was away. Of all the instruments, this weathered compass had always fascinated him the most.
The sun had just risen. There was barely enough light to make out the path through the woods. As I stepped out of the trees and made my way towards the cliff, I could see the valley spread out below me. A light mist lingered in the valley, like a blanket the night had forgotten to pull back when she left. The mountains rose out of the mist towards the sky; giant guards keeping a watch over the sleeping valley. The half-light and the mist made the mountains look ethereal; as if they were the only beings from earth who were privy to the goings-on in the heavens.
If someone were to look at my life through a window, I wonder what they would see. If they’ve been following me on Instagram, they’d probably see a surfer chick, a big smile on her tanned face, eyes twinkling, holding a surfboard taller than her. In the background, white sand and the playful blue sea of Costa da Caparica.
The clutter in my mind 