Post by jaysoncesta on Jan 24, 2006 22:59:03 GMT -5
The Illusions of Paradise
Every time I enter the confines of Old Orchard Beach, it has always been a dream of mine to own such a gorgeous beach. When I am there, I feel like I have journeyed to a whole new world that seemed parallel to reality. Even when time passes from day to night, the beautiful beach I once knew transmutes into this exotic place of ecstasy under the luminance of the pale moon. To me, this is the best time to shuffle slowly across the beach and listen to the harmonic sounds of the waves crashing onto the sand, instead of hearing the noise of the tourists, or so I thought.
As I glanced up the sandy shore, I would see two little children, close to six years old causing a ruckus. I would roll my eyes and sigh. “It’s eleven O’clock at night, isn’t way past their bed time?” I muttered with annoyance. Sadly, they weren’t the only cause of the annoying sounds that muted out my oceanic symphony. I soon come to realize that I had walked onto the board-walk side of the beach. You could hear the sounds of loud music, laughing, and shouting. I even heard one guy shout, “dude you are totally wasted!” The bright lights also seemed to make my enchanting, ashy moon an obsolete night light. I would quickly retreat from the loud disruption and returned to that salty-smelling, peaceful sanctuary that I adored so much.
After this trip, I soon came to realize that maybe there is no escape from the noisy reality. That perhaps what people know as paradise is nothing more than a mere illusion. However, nothing could keep me away from Old Orchard Beach, and sometimes when I close my eyes, I can still hear the waves calling me back. I wish that one day I could show the woman of my dreams what I consider to be my home away from home. I would show her that this place means a lot to me, just like she does.