That day after the storm
when we arrived at the beach…
I was only 6 or 7
thrown for an emotional loop
in the hurricane that socked our vacation…
But that day after the storm
when we arrived at the beach
the sun was so bright
the air was so clear
the waves white and foamy rolling in to shore
from the clear, glistening water beyond…
My little eyes could see farther than the horizon
as if they would pop out of the sockets
to keep gazing beyond the end of the ocean…
My breath left my lungs as the intensity of the view
settled in…
Dazzled, I looked up to my mom,
“it’s so pretty, it’s so bright”
and all she said in reply
spoke volumes I dare not yet understand
“it’s always that way right after the storm…”