Floating in a haze

I will never forget my first trip outside Beirut, with Yasmina and friends to a small beach in Chekka. It is unpopular and unfrequented; we nearly had the place to ourselves.
If I remember nothing else, I hope I always remember the feeling of floating in salt water with the sun warming my face and the scent of wild flowers and vanilla hookah catching on a breeze and drifting over the waves. I think that might just be heaven.

And all I can think of now (as it gets cold and I begin to forget the sharper details) is how thankful I am to have been there.




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