Get Lost [essay]

Theres a Black couple on the beach watching the sunrise.  I always wonder what people do for a living that affords them the opportunity to wake up early during a weekday to watch the sunrise.  So I decided to ask them, which is not typical for me as I like my alone time and dont want to bother or be bothered.  But anytime I find myself presented with a unique opportunity I take it.  Unfortunately, they didnt want to be bothered. LOL.  With a respectful, 'No Thank You".

So I kept it moving.

I decided to respect their wishes and continued on my way down the beach, enjoying the peaceful sound of crashing waves and the gentle breeze that swept through my hair. As I walked, I couldn't help but ponder the couple's response. It made me wonder about their story and what kind of lives they led.

Lost in my thoughts, I strolled along the shoreline, occasionally glancing back at the couple. They seemed engrossed in their own world, holding hands and occasionally sharing a quiet laugh. There was something about their energy that intrigued me, and I couldn't shake off the curiosity that had initially sparked my desire to strike up a conversation.

As I ventured farther down the beach, I stumbled upon a small cafe nestled near the shore. The aroma of fresh coffee wafted through the air, beckoning me inside. I decided to take a moment to indulge in a cup of expresso and perhaps find solace in my own thoughts.

I settled into a comfortable chair near a large window overlooking the beach. The morning sun cast a golden glow on the sand, painting a picturesque scene before my eyes.

Although the couple hadn't welcomed my attempt at conversation, I realized that respecting their boundaries was important. Not everyone is open to sharing their lives with strangers, especially during quiet moments of solace like watching the sunrise. I admired their desire to preserve their privacy, even in such a public space.

Lost in contemplation, I became aware of a gentle voice interrupting my thoughts. I looked up to find a kind-faced woman, her warm smile inviting me into conversation. She introduced herself as Grace, the owner of the café, and mentioned that she had noticed my curiosity while observing the couple earlier.

Intrigued, I asked Grace if she knew anything about the couple. She chuckled softly and told me that they were regulars, known to many in the area. They were artists—a photographer and a writer—who sought inspiration in the tranquility of the beach and its breathtaking sunrises. Their love for the ocean and each other was evident in their work, which often captured the beauty and serenity of nature.

Grace went on to explain that the couple had found a delicate balance between their creative pursuits and the need for solitude. They often spent their mornings at the beach, drawing inspiration from the ever-changing colors of the sky and the rhythmic dance of the waves. This routine allowed them to connect with the essence of their art and find a deeper meaning in their work.

As I listened to Grace's words, a sense of appreciation washed over me. I realized that the couple's refusal to engage in conversation was not a rejection but rather a dedication to their craft and the sacredness of their creative process. I admired their unwavering commitment to their passions and understood the importance of respecting their boundaries.

With newfound understanding, I finished my coffee and bid farewell to Grace. As I stepped back onto the beach, the sun had risen higher, casting a warm glow on everything it touched. I looked back at the couple, now engaged in a passionate discussion, their eyes gleaming with excitement and ideas.

Smiling to myself, I walked away, grateful for the brief glimpse into their world and the reminder that sometimes, the most meaningful connections are forged in silence. The beach, with its magical sunrises and the couple who cherished them, had become a testament to the power of art, inspiration, and the beauty found in the quiet moments of life.