i could have sat like that for days
atop the dune, tall grasses
gently bent by a breeze
blowing in from the sea.
she was camped not far away
with her family, their bonfire
throwing handfuls of fireflies
into a slowly darkening sky.
i couldn’t hear what they said
but intermittent bursts
of laughter drifted over to me
as i sat cross-legged
on the sand, a sketchbook
balanced on my knees.
her father tuned a guitar,
then played the sweetest
melodies of flamenco.
and she began to dance.
slowly at first, hands
raised high into the air
and then incrementally faster
until she twirled in time
with the notes as they
were passionately played.
i could have sat like that forever —
lost in her moves as night
slowly slipped into day.
