Doom Island

The cold morning air nipped at my toes through the old sneakers, kicking up stones from the graveled road, most of the dusts remained asleep in the heavy air. The familiar pot holes were barren of water in these first days of autumn just small craters scattered throughout my laden path. I rounded the corner of the old road and stopped to drag my feet through the dirt. I awaited my fate. Within minutes that seemed like hours I began to hear the screeches and groans of the beast that was coming for me. As it got closer I could almost hear the voices of the other victims wailing, sometimes laughing and talking as they fell prey to the giant yellow beast. Then it came, pulling up beside me and screeching to a halt, it’s enormous body settling into a stopped position as the flap of it’s gills opened up revealing a set of black stairs with safety yellow painted on their edges. I unwillingly climbed the steel stairway to begin my voyage to Doom Island……

The Dune

I feel the gritty heat under my feet. Each step sends me deep into the coolness of the sandy mountain and my toes rejoice. I fight an uphill battle with my limbs, hands digging in, arms pulling, toes spreading apart and legs lunging forward, my body is tired my heart pounds.

Inch by inch, slipping and sliding and lunging I look around to see my progress and look up to see my goal. The warm coastal breeze licking my face, grains of sand frolicking in the winds play and settling to their new home.

My breath is deep; my heart continues to pound, I know I’m getting closer, I can hear the distant roar of the great waters. I start to feel the coolness of the winds coming off the ocean as I reach the summit.

One last lunge, one last mighty heave and I am there. The rush of sound and winds infiltrate my senses, grains of sand pierce my face as I stand to face my reward. Here I have sacrificed my body but here my eyes will feast on the great dunes beauty.

I walk the top of the large dune to find a patch of beach grass to lie down and rest my body. Feeling the warmth of the sun and the gentle wisps of wind licking my face, my ears tuned into the sounds of the not so distant ocean and the nature that encompasses me, I drift off in dream of a place much like this.