A Short...
Happenstance
by Remoy Philip
by Remoy Philip
James's first few steps onto the hard sandy beach were fumbling and akward. The sun had begun its daily trek over the world it lit. James's steps gained some cohesiveness as he approached the water. He stopped to open his young lungs and just breathe in . The sound that was once a roar had turned itself down and now played as a gentle ripple. The water washed back and forth erasing the steps of those who had journeyed down to see its beauty.
As his friends slept, resting their bodies for the day's adventure, James left to be by himself. Not because he was a man of solitude, but because he knew where to gather his rest.
As James walked down the shore, he saw a fisherman. James saw him in the distance and approached slowly not wanting to interfere with the man and his sport. The man's appearance was filled with character. His eyes were focused and steadfast; while his skin was beaten and leathered. There were three fishing poles in the ground with lines in the water about 50 feet out. He stood on his beach with his arms crossed and eyes fixed on the water. The water and the life it contained seemed to be his symphony in full performance. James was cautious at first, but then realized that he himself was just another of the many lives that had just walked through this fisherman's performance. So James continued on.
As James walked, he took his focus off of the beach and turned his gaze to the houses that paralleled the water. He saw back porches that would soon be filled with twenty-fifth anniversery parties and evenings spent trying to uncover more truth about the beauty accross the table. As he approached one porch, he saw a young couple resting in a bench swing. The young woman had lost the battle and had shut her eyes to the world and laid her head on the shoulder of her counterpart. The young man finally convinced that she was ok, and would return to him soon, had decided to rest his head on hers. They sat there as the sounds of the distant waters soothed there new and exciting love to sleep.
James, turned around to see the progress he had made. He saw the point that began this excursion, and he followed it down to where he stood. A frustration overtook him. He felt like he had seen and been apart of so much, but the trip looked so short. So, James continued on.
The light of the sun kept creeping up farther and farther. The water was slowly picking up it's beat, pushing James more inland. James came across a frisbee and towel lying on the beach. James raised his head as he looked to see if he could makeout the owner. His eyes met with the eyes of a middle-aged man. At the man's side was a young boy whose eyes were keen at the sight of the water. James looked at the man and smiled. THe man looked at James and then at his boy. The man's eyes were filled with pride and tenderness. The boy left his father's side and ran down to the water. James and the man stopped for a second and continued their conversation without ever saying a word. The man nodded, smiled, and headed down to the water with his son. James admired how the father's smile widened at the expense of the joy and happiness of his son. James decided to let those two have their moments together. So, James continued on.
James noticed a blur of pink windsuits, grey hair, and lound banter coming his direction. There were three women who were walking with flailing arms and talking without a care of the world around them. Their eyes were dancing up and down with the drug of gossip that they had stripped from the lives around them. As James passed, they all stopped to wave, and James replied with a smile and a wave. And in one accordance, they continued on back to their song and dance. James couldn't help but smiled as he walked on.
James's legs began pleading with his mind for a break. So James stopped and took a seat on the beach. He turned and looked to the steps of his odyssey. As he looked he not only saw his steps, but the steps of the others that had started filling the beach. People were filling in left and right to take on their own life adventure. His previous steps were muddled and fading fast. Soon they would be washed away and a new landscape would be formed. James sat wondering if he should walk further, to only have his steps erased, or walk back to where he had started. He looked to where he had came from, and he looked at where he was going. He looked at the length of beach before him; it contained endless amounts of life to play out. James stood up, and brushed the sand off of his shorts. He stepped into the water where his feet would be replenished. He took one look from where he came, and turned and James continued on.
Be Relentless,
Peace
Remoy
As his friends slept, resting their bodies for the day's adventure, James left to be by himself. Not because he was a man of solitude, but because he knew where to gather his rest.
As James walked down the shore, he saw a fisherman. James saw him in the distance and approached slowly not wanting to interfere with the man and his sport. The man's appearance was filled with character. His eyes were focused and steadfast; while his skin was beaten and leathered. There were three fishing poles in the ground with lines in the water about 50 feet out. He stood on his beach with his arms crossed and eyes fixed on the water. The water and the life it contained seemed to be his symphony in full performance. James was cautious at first, but then realized that he himself was just another of the many lives that had just walked through this fisherman's performance. So James continued on.
As James walked, he took his focus off of the beach and turned his gaze to the houses that paralleled the water. He saw back porches that would soon be filled with twenty-fifth anniversery parties and evenings spent trying to uncover more truth about the beauty accross the table. As he approached one porch, he saw a young couple resting in a bench swing. The young woman had lost the battle and had shut her eyes to the world and laid her head on the shoulder of her counterpart. The young man finally convinced that she was ok, and would return to him soon, had decided to rest his head on hers. They sat there as the sounds of the distant waters soothed there new and exciting love to sleep.
James, turned around to see the progress he had made. He saw the point that began this excursion, and he followed it down to where he stood. A frustration overtook him. He felt like he had seen and been apart of so much, but the trip looked so short. So, James continued on.
The light of the sun kept creeping up farther and farther. The water was slowly picking up it's beat, pushing James more inland. James came across a frisbee and towel lying on the beach. James raised his head as he looked to see if he could makeout the owner. His eyes met with the eyes of a middle-aged man. At the man's side was a young boy whose eyes were keen at the sight of the water. James looked at the man and smiled. THe man looked at James and then at his boy. The man's eyes were filled with pride and tenderness. The boy left his father's side and ran down to the water. James and the man stopped for a second and continued their conversation without ever saying a word. The man nodded, smiled, and headed down to the water with his son. James admired how the father's smile widened at the expense of the joy and happiness of his son. James decided to let those two have their moments together. So, James continued on.
James noticed a blur of pink windsuits, grey hair, and lound banter coming his direction. There were three women who were walking with flailing arms and talking without a care of the world around them. Their eyes were dancing up and down with the drug of gossip that they had stripped from the lives around them. As James passed, they all stopped to wave, and James replied with a smile and a wave. And in one accordance, they continued on back to their song and dance. James couldn't help but smiled as he walked on.
James's legs began pleading with his mind for a break. So James stopped and took a seat on the beach. He turned and looked to the steps of his odyssey. As he looked he not only saw his steps, but the steps of the others that had started filling the beach. People were filling in left and right to take on their own life adventure. His previous steps were muddled and fading fast. Soon they would be washed away and a new landscape would be formed. James sat wondering if he should walk further, to only have his steps erased, or walk back to where he had started. He looked to where he had came from, and he looked at where he was going. He looked at the length of beach before him; it contained endless amounts of life to play out. James stood up, and brushed the sand off of his shorts. He stepped into the water where his feet would be replenished. He took one look from where he came, and turned and James continued on.
Be Relentless,
Peace
Remoy