“Only I can chage my life, no one can do it for me.” -Carol Burnett
Stay Gold
Nothing gold can stay
I feel the sand beneath my toes, and the warm, loving sun on my face. My dark green eyes are closed as I feel the cool breeze slightly moving my reddish brown, rather curly hair. I can smell a mixture of ocean and sunblock. My tan skin is soft, with little flecks of salt remaining from my latest dive into the rolling waves on my right. I hear seagulls calling and children laughing. The water comes up and licks my toes. Its cold and refreshing, and I sense its vastness. I stop walking and face the horizon, opening my eyes just enough to see sailboats in the distance. The sun is about to set, so I reluctantly part with the sea and head back up to where I have set up my things.
I come here every chance I get, to be able to find the peace and serenity it brings to me. Not everyone understands the feeling I get here, and they scoff and tell me im wasting my time. Deep inside, I know I’m not. In fact, I feel like being here helps me find myself in a way I never have before.
I take out a soft, light blue towel and lay it down gently on the smooth sandy ground. I don’t need a chair like some people do. I feel it takes away from the experience of being one with your surroundings. Laying down on my stomach, I watch as people take out their phones to capture the golden moment of sundown.
I’ve heard the saying, “Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” but some things are better left to just be seen in the moment. Things like this are slowly becoming taken for granted, and unappreciated. Places like this are disappearing with the rapid construction of homes to keep up with the swiftly growing population. It makes me think of a poem I once heard, by Robert Frost.
“Nature’s first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.”
The first time I heard it, I didn’t quite understand it, but now I think I do. It talks about how beautiful things in nature, such as this sunset, or this beach, cannot last forever, for people are slowly coming to no longer appreciate them. I let out a long sigh, and watch as the sun reflects on the water, making it appear to be liquid gold. Behind me, I know the moon is rising.
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