by Maria Bertalan

Created on: September 23, 2009

The Mission Bay's salty water was mysteriously shiny of the beautiful light of the full Moon . The park's trees wrapped in darkness , only on they flowered crown appeared the energetic night light. I parked with my car not to far away, I had a short walk to the fire what's was still burning..., which the casual tourist, or light-headed young people had carelessly left without attention. I was well, do not bother me to ignite the fire. I put my package to the sand , placed a few wood clog into the fire and enjoyed the overflowing warmth of ...

Every full moon found me on the beach ... after midnight, when all the areas usually quiet ,the cars engine' mingled with the faint sounds of nocturnal animals sounds. I sat down beside the fire and pulled out my regular long dagger ,...that nights I took these excursions. Brain wave of remembrance ... Over the years, more and more thoughts swirling in me ... ... everything from life and death correlations.

I took off my clothes ... without summer dress I went to the silky luster to the water. It is interesting that the water is always warm at night. The slip's material stuck to my body as I walked deeper into the peace of mind and slowly radiates mystery night put her arm around my shoulder. I lain down on the glistening waves and I was one with the hundreds of thousands of stars glittering overhead. I didn't know how long I lay there ,I noticed that a man is stay on the shore and watches. He did not move, did not shout, ran for help, gave me the freedom, the freedom of decision ... He wasn't sure what I want or didn't know why I went into the water ...

When I finished my meditation, I began to swim with easily stroke to out from the water. The salty water after a certain distance suck more deeper the body ... As soon as my feet touched the sandy soil, I walked out of the water. He was still waiting for ... When I passed by him, he only remarked quietly ...nice ... water ... Yes, I said ... always pleasing at night. Can I sit at your "campfire "? -he ask me with a polite voice, while I pulled out my dagger from the sand and meantime tried to revive the asleep embers. The dagger's steel sparkled in the light of the flames and the fire flared again ... Nice weapon ... "said the man. ... This is not a weapon ... I answered ... I have a collection and I using to cast circle with it... He accepted what I told him and didn't wanted to divert from my fixed ideas... From the beginning he was nice to me ... Do you come out at

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