Palace for the Kings

He moves to the rhythm of his own beat. One foot in front of the other. Repeat. Such an easy process; a process that opens so many doors, he notices.

Are my feet the key to life? he wonders. No, they're merely a part of the puzzle.

It's the moon that shines the way, the sound of the ocean waves that call him home. The little specs of sand wriggle in between his toes and he loves it. He loves it all. This is where I should be. Where it all happens. He closes his eyes and inhales the ocean mist deeply. The aphrodisiac smell travels through his lungs and causes his chest to swell with happiness. He sits down, sinking his bottom into the sand and looks up at the clear night sky. Little stars smile down upon him, playing with his mind while they take turns to sparkle. He needs no camera for this, no civilisation, nothing man made at all. He is one with Mother Earth, it's his eyes that capture the moment.

It's his heart that will store this memory, this life away from life.

Until next time.
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