SUMMER FANTASY

We sit on the porch house in the resort town of Kobuleti. The town is located 20 km north of Batumi on the Black Sea, in the subtropical climate zone. Today is freshly! Aromatic Turkish coffee warms us. For the third day is pouring rain, endless rain ... The rain stream are combined with fierce tongues of waves, furiously throws itself on a deserted beach, licking it during their going back, leaving behind a white foam lace ... Suddenly, a sharp beam of the setting sun pierces purple space above the sea, gradually filling it with victorious cry of emboldened gulls. Your hand covered my pale hand at the edge of the table. Tomorrow planned a great day full of discoveries ... In the house next door can hear the music - the sounds of a waltz by Strauss. We slowly get up, as if hypnotized and begin to dance waltz. On the veranda there is no one, only the roar of the sea and music, the eternal music inside and outside of us ... We ran down the stairs. The last drops of rain douse our funny face with pearls of glittering spray. We do not remember anything that happened in the past and do not torture each other with silly jealousy, our years is our wealth. We fully are in the present time and are attuned to the future. Let's hurry there, until is burning our desires fire , until the beauty don't faded ...

Finally, the setting sun's rays victoriously shine from retreating clouds. We are running on the wet sand, in a hurry to enjoy another exciting sunset, which is more brighter on the sea than sunset on the Earth. The sun begins to grow in size, incorporating its own reflection - it does not want to leave and it is ashamed of the fact, that it can not remain. Than the less time remains sun to be between the sky and the sea, it become more and more, finally the sea cuts it and grind off until the last point ... And now the sea darkens already together with the sky, not knowing why it has taken this a vigorous participation. And we're standing at the very edge of the sea, spellbound, unable to believe that the day, does not predicting anything special, it ended so grand, like under a fanfare of a large symphony orchestra. Suddenly, in memory emerge line from a poem of Igor Severianin :

"The sea loves the sun, the sun loves the sea ...

Waves fondle the bright huge star

They drown it with love as dream in the amphora;

But wake up in the morning - the sun is shining!

Sun will justify, the sun does not condemn,

The loving sea again will believe in it ...

It was forever, it will be always ,

Only sun's power sea can not measure! "