YELLOW

I woke up and didn't snooze the alarm. There aren't light coming through the thick curtain. I put on the white stripes linen palazzo and purple sleeveless. I comb my hair with my fingers before i put on the headscarf and made two cups of hot coffee. One i put on the bedside table with a note in case he woke up before i came back, and another one to go.

I grab my coat on my way out, and shut the door quietly.

As i walk heading to the beach, i switch on the Ipod and had a sip of coffee. It is quite breezy, and i continue walking along the beach... and the sun slowly begin to shine. Nothing that i can hear but the sound of the music and the wave.

While i was there seating on an old bench and watching numbers of people starting coming down to the beach... my eyes caught one shirt that I can barely recognized.

From afar, i can see him flickering his cigarette coming towards me.

Feel quite like Chris Martin in a "Yellow" video clip.