The Big Moon, and The Large Waves

I rush along with the breeze as little strands stick to my face, while I blindly run to the rusty playset. I skipped across the street to the sand which tickled my toes, and watched how the sun slowly began to set. Colors splashing the sky, like watercolors blooming on a blank wet page. With sigh, I realized that the swing was occupied and walked over to the bench with a pouty face and my lips jutting out in an upset manner. I wait as stars begin to blink on and off behind the wild colors. I began to start heading home but then the little boy left, and I ran with the breeze again, snatching the swing hanging above the water from anyone's reach. The sun had already set, and the only thing left was the big round moon that hung in the sky smiling down on me. I could see the itty-bitty craters and details that carved the glowing sphere, that made me realize how big the moon was tonight. The waves were soft and quiet below me, while I swung myself back and forth. The breeze tickled me behind my ear, as I tilted my head back giggling, hearing the sound bounce around, echoing in the night.

The old wooden bars held the swing together, it looked like it wouldn’t hold much longer. But it has, and that’s what makes this swing so special to me and my mom. I probably was on the swing for ages, listening to the calm waves and the every now and the leaves that whispered. I could see the distorted replica of the moon in the waters, and my feet swinging back and forth. The wind seemed to get riled up after a while, getting stronger and more violent and vigorous. I tightened my hands around the old thread ropes, trying not to fall off. The coconuts on the palm trees, holding on for their lives while one by one were plucked off by the storm. My knuckles were white, and my palms hurt, my hair blinded me while I tried not to get hit by all the objects flying around. I paused because the wind all of a sudden stopped, there wasn’t a single noise, it was an unusual quiet. I thought it was over but when I least expected it, the wind riled up again. I lost my balance, and slowly began tipping forward. It all happened so fast, but so slowly. I stalled myself waiting for my skin to get spanked by the cold waters. 

I opened my eyes to see my nose just inches away from the water's surface. I realized that something was holding me by the shoe. It felt wet, but not wet, it was confusing. I look up and find a pair of eyes, the eyes were large and beautiful, they seemed never ending and had this contagious sparkle. They were a blue that I never knew could exist, it was so beautiful yet so eerie because you’ve never seen such a color before. It was unearthly. I finally break eye contact with the beautiful goddess holding me, and begin noticing other details. She wasn’t a human, but she was. She had a beautiful crown of seashells, and her eyes. Her eyes were just astonishingly amazing, I couldn’t look away. She had skin, but she didn't, it looked like she was made of water. But then she wasn't made of water, she was just in that inbetween, unexplainable category that I didn’t even know existed. 

“H-h-hello” I stutter, still trying to make sense of everything that had just happened.

“Oh hello, I saw you were in a bit of some trouble and thought it would be perfect to swoop by.” she answers smiling.

“O-o-h um… yea, thank you!” I flustered, she reminded me of someone– but I simply couldn’t put my finger on it.

“Hello, I’m Ara,” I smile, still trying to figure out the slightly familiar face in front of me.

“Oh I’m Anahita, the goddess of the waters.” she smiles warmly, little droplets slowly rolling down her face.

“My mom’s name was Anahita, she always loved the sea, the waves and that swing” I point sheepishly.

“What happened to her?” she asked, noticing how I phrased my sentences in “was” “used too” and so on.

I look carefully at her face still trying to figure out why she was so familiar, “She died last summer.” I say trying to hold back my tears.

Her face softened, her eyes large and beautiful looked at me with that sparkle, that loving look and that familiar smile.

I realized I was still hanging upside down, and so did the goddess, she blushed and carefully hung back on the swing. The horizon of the sky was glowing the prettiest red as I watched the sun slowly rise like a balloon, filling the sky with colors blooming in the dark blue night. My mind was still thinking, I didn’t think much of the fact that she had the same name as my mom. Could she be? I scoffed at my thoughts, but then I looked at her face, and saw that loving concerned look that I had always missed. We stared at each other, while the breeze brushed the calm waves. “I don’t wanna be rude, but are you?” I stop half-way, having that gut feeling that I was just getting my hopes up.

I felt I finger on my chin, lifting my head up. I stared into her bluebell eyes, that were absolutely unexplainable. She had a small smile, and a single tear slowly raced down her cheek. Her hair flowing in the wind, and in the distance I could see dolphins playfully jumping to reach the glowing sun. Each word she said flew off her lips like a soaring bird, that had been waiting to take off for ages. Her mouth twitched upwards trying to hold back a grin, “Yes, yes I am.” 

She grabbed me by the hand, into the water, this was my home.