I was floating in the Red Sea, the one that Moses split open.
Straight ahead is south. Ethiopia is somewhere over there. To my left is Jordan - sharp surreal mountains lie to the left. I think that's Jordan. The Eastern Gateway to the Arab world.
This place is blue~brown. The glow from the formidable, penetrating sunlight sits peacefully above the jagged mountains marking the Jordanian Border. The sun's rays produces a myriad of ultra white lustrous specks of light adorning the sea with an impeccable beauty that spans all the way to the horizon: the off yellow horizon that fills my head with so much wonder, so much suspense.
This beach has no shells, only rocks, jagged rocks that decorate the sandy beaches and smooth rocks that bring to the sea mystery as to what other attributes exist the further one goes out towards the horizon.
After an eight hour bus ride, I still can't sleep. My eye lids are heavy from the day before, but my eyes move about in excitement to grasp all of this experience, to absorb it all through their small, black pupils. Right now, I'm neither nocturnal nor "dayturnal". Neither tired nor awake. In my marveling at the golden brown horizon, I have no reason to pass the time in clueless darkness. No reason to escape what lies before me. This is a dream I dread waking from.
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