He knew he should appreciate the beauty of what he was seeing. The rainbow horizon. The yellow fading to gold to red to purple. The long stretch of black where the sky and sea met. The light filtering through the gathering clouds. He knew it was beautiful.
But, after spending 47 days on the island, he had seen the same view 46 times before. It no longer held the magic it originally had. It no longer gave him a sense of optimism, that despite his dire circumstances there was a bit of adventure to what he was going through. That feeling of adventure had waned as the first days had turned into weeks and then into a full month of isolation. Loneliness. Lost. Forgotten.
No, the view no longer held any beauty or excitement for him. He was resigned to the fact that he may see the same sunset for the rest of his life. The same stretch of beach. The same breakers. The same horizon. The same nothing. Nothing moving on the water. Nothing flying overhead. Nothing he could signal to for help. Nothing he could swim to. Nothing that could help him survive.
Except, the clouds were a welcome sight. He was excited about them. The rain they would bring would give him clean water to drink for many days. He would just have to hope they volume he gathered would last until the next storm.
Turning his back on the beach and the setting sun, he scrambled up to the makeshift shelter he had created from palm fronds and driftwood. There was much that needed to be done before the storm hit and he didn’t have much time. He could already smell it. He could feel the change in the air.
Then again, he thought as he worked, perhaps there is still a bit of adventure left after all. He smiled and sang as the sun vanished below the horizon and the dark clouds swallowed the sky.
This post brought to you by moi’s Picture Writing Challenge #27. It’s well passed overdue, but I don’t think he’ll mind me still using the picture and linking it back to him. I doubt he’d mind if you did the same. So, what do you see? Write it, link it, post it so we can all enjoy the same view.