Next stop the beach

As the sunset over the ridge and the twilight sky was shooting rays of sunburnt orange across the escarpment.

There you stood surround by the glowing majestic beams of the setting sun, your smile beaming as bright as the sun itself.

As the bus doors open the sunburnt sky accents the wisps of your strawberry blonde hair swirling in the light breeze.

As you entered the bus, I suddenly felt alive, your presence filling this hollow metallic shell on wheels with your essence of life, creativity and positivity.

You sat behind me, We chatted over the clatter about your journey, you were longing for more, but you bought my journey to life.

Your ambitions were out of reach but your determination and dreams were coming alive, you were grasping for a new moment and path in life. 

As we drove into the setting sun I was caught in the middle of the radiant glow of you both.

I could not escape, i never wanted the journey to end, I was captivated, but I knew I was driving to a guaranteed end.

We reached the last stop, the beach, all stood still for me, as I pulled the park brake on, the bus snorting at my fear, I realized I may never see you again.

I hesitated in pushing that illuminous button to part the doors to allow you to depart this journey. 

The hiss of air escaped as the doors parted, as you tapped off with your bee card the sharp beep was like a loud reminder to me of you intimate departure. 

You turned and smiled, reminding me what I was going to miss, you thanked me, I said goodbye.

This was a moment I would not forget.

You strode off in front of me your wisps of wild but tamed strawberry blonde hair flowing and twisting in the wind.

You were most likely thinking of your next batch of jam filled with passion and sweet nectar. While I was left wondering who was she. 

Your slender silhouette disappearing in the shadows between the abundant and laden apple trees as you strode towards golden sands of the beach.

Now I wonder and dream every time I drive to the beach, and stop, and look between the laden apple trees, over the beach for any sign of the beauty that was bestowed upon me.  

Will I ever see that beaming smile appear from the golden sands of the beach wandering between the apple trees to part my doors and bring life to my day again.