not wanting to move.
I'm afraid of missing something.
I can't be everywhere; I just want to be here...for the moment at least.
The slapping of balls by palms or fists over volleyball nets (several games at once),
Bare feet dancing and hopping in the sand, trying not to let the ball fall.
The salty, fishy smell of the beach and the people not caring what time or even what day it is.
I don't want to leave this haven in the city, where a young man pulls out his guitar, adding to the music of the sea.
Container ships wait in the bay, companions to the smaller boats --- sailboats, kayaks, and water taxis, and...unfortunately, power boats that scar the smoothness of the water.
Thankfully, I can't hear the ugly, macho-driven speed monsters.
Luckily, the sound of guitar strumming, chatter of power-walkers, and laughter of children are drowning it out!