Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest roses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
A couple days pass slowly and Sandra has the boat and girls ready to take a trip. I really need to get away from here for a while. We will take the yacht to hawaii and have fun snorkling, fishing, shopping, and exploring the islands. We can just get away for a while and have fun. After all life is only worth living if you are having fun. Sandra even helps me pack. We take the underground trail out to the road in our electric mini bus. Its a nice vehicle so we don’t have to walk 5 miles to get to the road. We even have a driver so we know we are being pampered. All the luggage gets secured in the back. I always feel less secure in the outer tunnels. They are designed to collapse if we are invaded leaving people trapped or unable to enter. That always makes me feel strange. The tunnels also look like they are only made of dirt which can be concerning in the event of an earthquake. Which is why the buss is designed to withstand a tunnel collapse.
The tunnel ends at a house and shed owned by the colony. Where we load our bags into the SUV a big spacious car that allows us to travel where we want to. We load up and head to the coast. Living in the compound kind of makes me feel like some kind of secret agent. Getting in and out of the place is always a little stressful. We have to be careful and always check cameras to make sure no one is watching us. As we leave the shed and get on the highway some of us keep our heads down so it doesn’t look like as many people are in the car. We regularly repaint the car to change how it looks making it harder to spot. This month it is a brilliant black with glitter in the paint allowing it to sparkle in the sunlight.
The sunlight dazzles me. The sunlight is so bright and the sky so blue that I am glad that I am not the one driving. I would have frozen just outside the shed and not have been able to drive. How could I have gone so long without seeing the sky? We have been underground for far too long. There are similar murmurs around the car. This was definitely a good idea. I can’t wait to get to the coast and have the sun on my face and wind in my hair.
We are on the highway in no time.The trees moving swiftly past us. Everyone is quiet and reverent of the open sky. No amount of paint and led lights or even stained glass can ever compete with the fastness of the open sky. I don’t think I could ever truly be at home completely underground.
A few hours and we are at the dock. Credendo Vides, our yacht, waits for us silently. The saying is latin for in believing one sees. I always loved that saying. We are given a small crew since we don’t know how to operate the craft. This is yet another perk of living in the colony. We also have several branches distributed around the globe. So anyone can take a trip and visit another branch and live there for however long they want. It’s like taking a vacation to go live somewhere else for a bit. Say I want to go skiing in the mountains around colorado but don’t have the cash for such a trip. I can travel with someone or some supplies to the colony and live there taking breaks to ski. That is what we all do. Travel the world colony to colony. We even have a colony on hawaii. Officials and outsiders know it as a sort of hippie commune but it is all part of the colony. We grow all kinds of wonderful tropical fruit there but don’t export it as that would be horrendously expensive. To enjoy the fruits you must travel to that colony. It is one of our few that is completely out in the sunlight.
The yacht is a pearly white with silver, has a wide deck, a fine crew, and enough to keep us happy for quite a while. The accommodations are not those of a millionaire but they are nothing to sneeze at. This is part of what makes life in the colony so great. People who love the sea are able to spend their lives at sea doing what they love without want or concern about the future. They can live each day as they wish and love what they do. If they no longer want that life, then there are many other good lives to live elsewhere. People can also change what they do quite often and travel far. Everyone does what they do best to the best of their abilities and we all live quite happily because of it.
The sea breeze is cool and salty in the bright sunlight. The wind is slowly trying to tangle my hair and I feel free. I always feel small standing in front of the ocean so vast, deep, and blue. The waves lap gently at the dock and a few of the crew come to help us move our luggage. I stand in the sunlight allowing the sun to warm my skin like a warming embrace from an old friend.
Thanking our driver we are soon underway heading to hawaii. We all sit comfortably and watch as people hussle this way and that. Rather unexpectedly a woman brings us a pitcher of margaritas. All the girls rave and go wild. Who doesn’t love someone pampering you without you even asking? Still somehow the depression seeps around the corners and back inside. It is never easy to get over losing someone so important to you. Watching the land disappear out of sight is like slowly losing a piece of myself. I don’t know which part or if i will ever get it back but there is this huge hole in my heart that just keeps getting bigger the farther away we are. Maybe I can find myself again somewhere and be happy again. Maybe this is too soon to move on. Maybe it is not soon enough. Who is to say what is truly right or wrong anyways?
Sandra wraps me in a hug and asks me what is wrong before I even notice that I am crying. The other girls are staring at me in concern. “I miss him” I manage to sob out and give into Sandra’s embrace.
“I know” she replies “But there is nothing anyone can do to bring him back. People are investigating to find who did this but that will take time, and I do not want revenge to seep into your heart.”
“I see him everywhere. Everything reminds me of him. I just keep wondering why someone would do that to him, to me, to the cat? None of us deserved what happened.” We stay like that for some time till the smell of food arouses me from my depressed state.
We come up on an impressive spread. Complete with grilled fish and watermelon sharks.
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