THE PLUNGE

We are by the sea

Close to the old port.

Not far from the teenagers are having fun,

In the Rocks

They are screaming.

This throws challenges.

I’m sitting on my towel,

the sand is hot.

It is noon.

The sun’s at its zenith, tap.

The sky as the sea are in beautiful blues.

On the edge,

The water stays warm.

a salty breeze...

I wet my feet.

Kids are jumping higher and higher next to each other.

Suddenly one of them decides to dive

The sound of the water, the laughter.

Like in his vacation photos.