I just touched the Mediterranean Sea for the very first time after hours of hiking down the bushy thorny mountain. We started at the Carmel Park that sits across the street from the University on the tallest summit in Haifa. I saw trees I've never seen, bushes of thorns indigenous to this part of the world, a species of bushes that were probably used to crown Jesus as he walked towards enlightening death.
I'm not religious.
Coming down, we found civilization. Simple cafes, gas stations, Russians, Ethiopians, roundabouts. We crossed train tracks, a busy highway and now I sit on a rock, moist from the Mediterranean Sea Spray. Je regarde les vagues calmes viennent a moi comme je regarde le soleil dans le ciel. The sun will be setting soon. The bright luster, the blinding magnificence of the sun that sends a myriad of twinkles from my feet all the way to the horizon - All this will become orange and pink, all this will soften into scarlet indigo. All this will lead to distant stars, little twinkles in the deep navy blue sky as if the twinkles I see now on the sea will separate and rise to give light to the night.
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