Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Savages

You've already been in the camp for a month. Your french is almost perfect.
When you go down to the city, your can interact with the people and buy groceries. You get a r o u n d.

One hot summer day after a L O N G dreary class, you and your friends decide to go down to the beach for the day. A wondrous place for you. You back a picnic, iPod Speakers, and you're good to go. 

You begin to go down the stairs of Doom. The ones your dread with all your heart, because you know you have to come back up on them at the end of the day. You feel the sun. It covers you like an itchy sweater. 
                                    
                               Perfect day for the beach

You finally make it down, and as you cross the street you can see the natural infinity. The ocean becomes your horizon. 

You all set camp, rub on some sunscreen, and immediately head to the beach. They begin to talk of a cave over by a piece of the mountain that closes of the beach. 
                                        Lets explore it

Doesn't look too far. But can you make it? So many things run through your head: dangerous marine life? drowning? ugh.
                But, "It's so peaceful. So rhythmic. So frothy. So wondrous. So inviting...If I know that the water is unsafe, why am I so intrigued by it?" 

So, you channel your inner Marlow (Heart of Darkness) and lose your fear. You all begin to swim toward the cave. The water is warm, and your swimming abilities have made you more than capable for this. 
 You swim
                      and swim
                and swim
                                                                          and swim

You finally reach the rocks. The cave is beautiful. You can see the beach where the your things are. You feel so far away, in a different world. Here, you are invincible. The boys have wrapped shirts around their heads, and the girls have their hair up in big buns. They are all dancing and laughing.
You take in the scene, you see them jumping around merrily.

At that moment, you are all savages.



                                       





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