Sand in my hair

Warm night, warm sands, stars peering through cloudy skies, a strange feeling mingled with a growing sense of excitement, fear…and silence…was this dream or was it real? The voice…the voice? Was it the voice that first held my attention? Or was it something else? No, it couldn’t have been anything else…it had to be the voice…soft, endearing, caressing, cajoling, demanding…it had everything needed to transform my life, forever.

It did.

Now, even darkness is not the same.

If I need a reminder, all I have to do is run my fingers through my hair. The sand tells a different story....