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Summary

A couple enjoys a reflective morning walk on a deserted beach, finding solace in nature and the strength of their relationship.

Abstract

On a chilly morning, a couple embarks on a barefoot stroll along a secluded beach, their hands clasped tightly. As the sun rises, they revel in the simple pleasures of life—the warmth of the sun, the texture of the sand, and the sounds of the ocean. They find peace in the vastness of the sea and sky, which envelops them in a serene blue hue, symbolizing the absence of the Monday blues. Their journey, filled with moments of tranquility and connection, leads them to a bench where they rest and reflect on their enduring bond, grateful for the resilience and bridges that have sustained their relationship through the years. The natural beauty around them, including otters and polished stones, serves as a backdrop for their introspection and creativity, as they build stone structures and contemplate the meaningfulness of their experiences over the triviality of life's challenges.

Opinions

  • The couple views their morning beach walk as an escape from the typical Monday routine, replacing stress with tranquility.
  • They appreciate the beauty of nature and its ability to soothe and inspire reflection on their life together.
  • The couple values the strength and resilience of their relationship, acknowledging the importance of forgiveness, gratitude, and letting go in maintaining their connection.
  • The

PHOTOGRAPHY | BEACHES | LIFE

Barefoot blues

Sustaining and going strong with relationship and enjoying little things in life

My hands were tightly clasped with hers, together we were making small steps. The morning was cold, thankfully the sun is up now and was gleaming bright above our shoulders. The warmth of the sun falling between shoulder blades was comforting. We were barefoot, with textures of gritty sand caressing our feet. The scents of seaweed and saltwater permeated the air.

Barefoot.

Barefoot | Photo by Arun

The occasional sounds of seagulls cawing ringed through the air, else it was all silence interspersed with the waves crashing the shores. At times the waves reached our feet as we kept our slow pace. Down the beach. This morning the beach was surprisingly empty. We had the whole theatre of sand and waves just for ourselves. Our hands were still tightly clasped as we forged ahead.

Beach.

Beach | Photo by Arun

It was a Monday. “No Monday morning blues today” — she whispered. I smiled. It was true. 8 AM on an empty beach, strolling down seemed surreal. The vast expanse of the ocean and unending skies submerged the milieu in its blue. No blues, today we allow ourselves to be inundated in nature’s blue.

Blues.

Blues | Photo by Arun

We had strolled long enough. Our bare feet were damp, cold, and numb after constant brushing in cold Pacific waters. It was getting slightly sunny and languorous and we were soaking it all in. As we sauntered, a seedy bench beckoned us. She looked into my eyes. I concurred with her thoughts, our frayed legs needed a li’l break.

Bench.

Bench | Photo by Arun

As we relaxed, burying our bare feet under the loose sand, the blue seas soothed our eyes, our minds, and our souls and the sand warmed our feet. We could see otters floating casually on the waters. Ruminating, my past twenty years of journey with her, I was filled with gratitude that we have come such a long way. As the ups and downs ebbed in our life journey, the spark in our relationship hasn’t faded, for every down, there was always a bridge that mended our ways and pulled us back up on the track. Bridges of forgiveness, gratitude, and letting go.

Bridge.

Sea Bridge | Photo by Arun

The sea bridge nearby was a long one, maybe 500 meters long. We set out to the edge of the bridge. Standing at the fag end, it felt like we reached the middle of the ocean. The wind was strong and cold. We clasped our hands tight enjoying the warmth of each other. After a while disembarking from the bridge we started our journey back. The 10 o’clock sun was by then shining bright on our faces. Beautiful rocks were strewn on the beach, rocks, and pebbles, which were smoothened and polished by the lashing waves for hundreds of years. We set out building blocks and towers from the stones. As the Monday wore out without its typical scramble, we were enjoying the time by the beach building blocks.

Blocks.

Blocks of stone | Photo by Arun

The other day in a novel I read this

What happened in our life does not matter, what matters is the large sense we are able to make of what happened

This day on the beach was for us to make a large sense of our life, our relationship, our spark, our chemistry, and everything around us.

No (road) blocks and blues, but bridges and beaches. Life goes on.

Thanks JoAnn Ryan for yet another great prompt “B”

Beach
Photography
Relationships
Love
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