Ocean

Alish pov :

Alexander and me are standing in front of the vast wide and raging ocean. 

I sat on the sand , the time is almost 6.30pm now. I look to the west. The sun is about to set and the whole sky is swirls of pink and orange and red. The sun is separated from me by nothing more than ocean and a small sliver of land. It looks like it’s dangling above the earth like a floating flame.

I've seen the sunset countless times, but I've never felt this deep way of pleasure by looking at this, maybe I'm in a deep sorrow, that's why I'm finding this depth of pleasure in this simple scenery today. 

If clear had a smell, this would be it.

I’m convinced I’ve never inhaled purer breaths than the ones I’m inhaling now. I close my eyes and breathe in as much of it as I can. There’s something about the saltiness of the air that feels forgiving as it mixes with the sorrow filled air still clinging to the walls of my lungs.<