Frances Leung
I lolled by the beach at Club Med, let the moist sea breeze cleaned off the dryness and dust from Douz. Watching the east sky, onlooking the turquoise sea, I let minutes and hours sail adrift.
Thousand and million years
Continued from Midnight in Djerba
After Douz, I returned to Djerba.
I lolled by the beach at Club Med, let the moist sea breeze cleaned off the dryness and dust from Douz. Watching the east sky, onlooking the turquoise sea, I let minutes and hours sail adrift. I did not notice the descend of dusk, until I found my legs changed colour to chocolate tan, and at the end of my toes, a mysterious azure blue was ebbing.
I sat up, looked afar, and beheld the then turquoise sea had been overtaken by a horizon of azure, been reduced to a narrow strip of pale blue. At the far end of the ensuing azure, another stretch of blue breaking in, the indigo. There were moments, the turquoise, the azure, and the indigo all mingled together, rocking & rolling, swaying and swirling. There were other moments, they were in a stand-off, cutting up the panoramic horizon into three realms of blue, meanwhile we all were dyed with different shades of blue; the sky was in its deepening sky blue, the white-painted light houses were in their whitish blue, the earthy straw-thatched pavilions were in earthy blue, the bathers were in flesh tan blue, the sandy beach shimmered in silvery blue. Everywhere … blue.
