Tu as de beaux yeux
The orange skies just succeeded in making Biarritz look more dreamy. Bringing the surfing board to the shoreline, those people are ready to dance with the waves. As the sun’s gentle touch caresses the earth’s surface, a tranquil hush settles upon the beach. The wind is like a slumbering breeze, whispering faintly. The crests glide smoothly, giving the surfers a chance to ride magnificent waves with ease.
All of a sudden, there’s a figure that caught my eyes. He moves with an effortless grace, his silhouette etches against the golden sunrise. And as if guided by fate, his ride ended around three steps from where I stand.
I walk towards him, can’t help but be mesmerized by his ocean eyes. So these words coming out from my mouth. “J’espère que cela ne semble pas effrayant, mais je veux juste dire que tu as de beaux yeux.”
He turns his head to me, flashing a soft smile. “Merci.”
Suddenly Biarritz feels more alive as we talk to each other. About how long he learned surfing. The incident that made him almost drowned. The reason why I decided to visit this city. My struggle and happiness with writing journals everyday. Our favorite jazz singers. The confusing part of watching Tenet. And other exciting topics that easily keep flowing.
What a chance encounter. This reminds me of Jesse and Celine on Before Sunrise, but the difference is we exchange our numbers. I don’t know what will happen on the next day, but who knows, maybe this is the answer to my daily mantra, “The sun will rise again, so does my hope too.”
