An orgasm for the eye. My friend dropped this statement once and i thought of this experience. An experience so visually striking photographs can't do it any justice. A year ago i traveled to the island of sardegnia off of Italy. I did not go for tourist reasons, like to site see or to get a perfect tan. I went for a much deeper / darker reason. To say the least, i was surprised at what my eyes sat foot on when my shaky plan set down on a cold windy winter day. I eyes fell onto a paradise. Something unpolluted and almost completely untouched by modern eyesores. I saw sheep. Sheep with thick coats of fur running through the streets as their bells tinkled in the breeze. The palm trees that surfaced from the ground stood tall with age and good nourishment. They were certainly the farthest thing from the trees i saw in myrtle beach. The architecture. oh god, the architecture. so beautiful. so old. covered in beautiful rich coats of mango and lemon paint. It offset the piercing blue sea that engulfed the island. The sea, was a site. It stretched out for miles and miles, with hitting the coast of kenya. I was told the water was murky for that time because it was winter, but i felt it was the clearest water i had ever seen. The water was translucent exposing the grains for coarse acidic sand underneath. Sea glass scattered the beach catching the sun at perfect moments. It was completely deserted. It was a paradise. How can some people wake up to this every morning? My father does. I wish i did. The water stung as it soaked through my hightop red and orange nike air force ones. The intensity of the temperature was liberating. I felt that i was in a place close to my ideal of heaven. That moment restored my faith in their being untainted beauty left in the world. My biggest fear has been in loosing the beauty of nature. The feeling that i get from being in it, connecting with it, can never be replaced by skyscrapers. The connection i had with that sea went back hundreds of years. Through the sea was connected with my father, which ultimately connected me to my heritage. This connection reminded me of a turner painting. Beautiful and violent in paint strokes, rich in paint, saturation, darkness, and potent meaning.


My soul transcended from my physical body towards the depth of the sea. It intermingled in the abyss of salt, creatures, and stories. My soul found its home, in the confines of this translucent liquid ecstasy.