Sand Castle Dreamz
Sounds of seagulls and ocean waves compete for my audible attention. I hear not what they say; I just follow where they lead my mind. Mixed with the sounds of my own heavy breath, these are all just background music as I near completion of yet another masterpiece…but this one would be my finale’, for I have decided that I cannot create anything more beautiful than this vision. For years, what is now erected in front of me…has been that very same vision.
Very careful to hand make all the tooling myself, using sketches I have drawn by myself…architectural designs that would never be seen by anyone…other than myself.
Sand Sculptures…since I was a very young Butch, it was what I dreamed of being able to do for a living…thankfully, due to a huge windfall, I do not have to do it for monetary reasons. I guess all I need now to make things complete, would be a Bodacious Angel to fall from the sky…and crash right into my life! For this I will not hold my breath, but if I did see her coming, I would pretend I was.
My Sand Castle stood 8 feet tall, and about 15 feet wide…the details were magnificent. Every detail imaginable was just how I had pictured…the facade, the Corinthian capitals, the abacus placed perfectly within the pediment…all the turrets housed a different characteristically unique gargoyle, for protection of course. But nothing could protect this dream from the storm that was on approach, due to hit the shores by morning. As I completed the final touches, I decided it would be memorable to capture this piece on my digital camera.
As ritual would have it, upon completion of any piece, I lit up a smoke, and then clicked on my boom-box to play a theme song for this piece. Each piece has always had its own song. ELO’s “It’s a Living Thing” seemed appropriate, as this masterpiece would indeed be “sailing away on the crest of a wave…”. Sad but true, most of my pieces have always stood the test of time and the elements for at least a few weeks…and of course, the one piece that I wish would remain, will be gone by morning! I looked up into the sky…the clouds were beginning to steal the light from me, so I decided to return up the hill and get the camera. A peaceful walk, less than a quarter mile I suppose, but no sooner did I get to the lower deck, did I feel a small drizzle upon my face. Crap! My sense of urgency is generally dormant, but I knew this time I would have to activate that sense now!
Just as I reached my favorite dune…the descending one of course, I glanced down at my masterpiece. My eyes were stunned by the beauty…but not of my art, but of the beautiful woman who was surrounding it! I blinked a few times, petrified to the top of the sand beneath my feet. I think I stopped breathing, as the only sounds I seemed to hear, were those of an angel crying.
My still position was broken as she caught me staring…mesmerized by her. She looked at me, and began screaming for me to help her. Help her with what, I thought? Nevertheless, my feet had already begun down the hill…the only thing moving faster was my heart! What was she doing? She was holding an over sized bucket, and dropped to her knees around the base of my piece. I got to her, and by instinct, I dropped down beside to help her.
My god, she was so magnificent…her blond hair blowing in the wind…her scent overpowering the smells of the ocean itself…her emerald green eyes, glistening from the tears…
“Help me…please…help me dig….Hurry!”
She was building a moat! I said nothing, just dug as fast and deep as I could, as we began moving quickly in opposite directions to complete this task. What was she doing down here? This was supposed to be an inaccessible area to the public…how ever did she come to me? Did she…oh, my god…did she fall from the sky? For just a second, I pretended to hold my breath, but that didn’t last, as I was winded from the frantic digging. What was I doing holding my breath…what am I…12? Ok, yes…I think at this moment I could allow that, as she made me feel like all my years just sort of stood still for her arrival. What am I saying…I don’t even know her…do I?
I looked up at her as we neared; our ends were beginning to meet. To my surprise, she was looking at me as well…I have not seen that look from a woman in a long, long time. She sat back, our moat was complete, and her chest…was heaving. The rain began to slowly fall from the heavens, and just like the rain, I truly believe she too fell from the same origins; the origins of all things beautiful!
We just sat for a moment, catching our breath…then she said… “You are an Angel…if you had not come; this sculpture would have surely met its doom. The artist, whoever they are…must not have been keen to the stormy horizon…Thank you!”
The rain began to fall in abundance now; our breathing seemed strangely in sync.
She said, “I know I must look crazy, but I come down here sometimes to see what the Artist has come up with…I know I am not supposed to be down here, but I have this shoreline raft, and well…let’s just say I have remained unseen…until now that is. This piece….”
She began to weep softly,“…this piece is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I have only seen this in a dream when I was a young girl. And now…we have saved it, and…”
Suddenly, she grabbed my shoulders and kissed me. She kissed me so softly, so passionately…that I got lost inside of her, and she blew my mind! We broke apart…my breath gone again; I do believe she stole it from me! Thing is, she reached in further and stole my heart as well. The rain had become one with us…I stood and offered her my hand. She looked up at me, I will never, ever forget that look…she took my hand, and I took her home…as mine, til the end of time.