/morning-star

We woke up at 6 am, that was me and Larry. It was all dark yet. Larry went direct to outside of the house, and I went wash my face with cold water to wake up my mind. We got coats, and headed to the beach. Empty beach. A weak yellow light on the horizon trying to rise. A boat alone out there like a star on the water. Clouds. Larry said “is it cold eh?”, “it is” I completed. We walked around on the still dark empty sand. The few pole lamps of the village was still lit on our right side, making contrast with the first lights of the morning and the remaining darkness of the night. We rolled a cigarette, sat down on the sand and waited. The first reflections of the day started to appear on the tide water in front of our feet. It was time to take some pictures. Larry stands up with the camera in hands and went close to the water, got down on his knee, put his eyes on the camera and capture the first memories. Walk around. Another shot. Find a bird. Repeat. Dog. Repeat. Behind the horizon line on the ocean, there were just gray clouds forming a perfect wall between the sky and the sea. We could just see the lights rising behind it. Enough to change the color of the moving waters though. I stand up, took the camera of his hands, walked to the right. There was a lonely star still in the sky far above. I tried to capture it exactly over the boat as it had a invisible vertical line connecting to the boat light, but the star was too much high on the sky, and this image just stayed in my memory. The pole lights turned off. I looked at the clock, 6:40. Someone did it? or is just automatic? who cares, I back my eyes to the ocean again. Slowly the day is getting brighter, can’t see that star anymore. It looks like in a few minutes the sun will show its face behind the cloud wall, we are just waiting. Larry has the camera again, but just hold it and walk around. A yellow small car cross the sand behind us. Larry twists his body and captures it in many sequences. I took some steps ahead letting the water wash my naked feet, surprisingly it is not cold, feels good. I took the camera again and put my eyes on it, trying to focus on the boat out there. Then Larry said very surprised, “dude! what a fuck is that?”, I took my eyes off the camera, looked back at him and said “what?”, he pointed to the high sky. I turned again. There it was, above the ocean, above the clouds, above the weak yellow light, above more clouds, red orange, from east to west going down. A shooting star. At first we said things like, that is insane or wow. Then we just watched, it lasted more than thirty seconds. Time enough to make we wonder about the mysteries of the world and contemplate the moment. We felt glad and grateful to be seeing this. One day before we decided to wake up early the next day, an attempt to capture beautiful things, see the sunrise, make it into good pictures. And after this small effort, of just standing up earlier than usual, we got our reward. This vision that is so rare, especially this way. We weren’t at very dark night full of stars when the odds to see that are bigger. It was morning, we would never expect that. Then I remembered of very short words written in a page that is inside my drawing book, “‘sternschuppe’ aka shooting star” and a simple draw of a shooting star besides it, 8/4/19. I thought how cool that would be if she were here seeing that with me, fuck, that would be the best. I don’t know how she did that. How she can be here in my mind yet, even in this unique moment. I take back my attention to the horizon again, after that pattern of thinking of what could be different or what should I done different when she was here, useless thoughts. And I was feeling too good to go into this rabbit hole again, the conclusion was just that things were how suppose to be and I felt glad that I met her anyway. Me and Larry ended up talking about whether that was a shooting star or not, maybe it was another thing, a satellite burning and falling, or a plain burning and falling or even a spaceship landing on earth, all theories possible. Whatever it was, it made our day, it aligned everything again to a good and positive direction. The sun finally rose behind the cloud wall. We took the last shots when it was appearing, great ones by the way. Then the sun was imposing itself too much. Making everything too bright for the lens. A new beautiful sunny day had officially started. We were happy, it was 7:37.

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