Palm trees swaying in the sunset evening on the little island of Forget-me-not. The cool sand dances between my toes, as I walk towards the ocean. The ocean waves lull my heart into a peaceful beat. On the island of Forget me not, I spend my days relaxing and watching the simplicity of the palm trees just be.
My thoughts of a busy, crazy life are not allowed here. The island is reminding me, to just be. Take the simplicity of ocean waves, sandy beaches, palm trees, colorful skies and soak it in. On the island, life is taken day by day, minute by minute. Go to the island to quiet your mind. Let yourself get lost into the moment. Look down at your toes and see the sand covering your feet. You are here, in the now.
Photography in Amalfi Coast outside of the Grotta dello Smeraldo
Alone and forgotten. For how long, I do not know. The crystal blue waters beating against my sides before continuing on to crash against the rocky mountain.
Where did everyone go?
Have I truly been abandoned?
For many years, the waters around me were bustling with fishermen, sailors, and tourists. My livelihood was taking daily rides into the Emerald Cave. The dark, damp cave holds awe and wonders for all. The echos of excitement on seeing the green light inside the cave are now a distant memory. An eery quiet blankets me and the ocean.
My days are passing with riding out the waves that come my way. The world has fallen silent. Will eager faces of tourists ride my boat again?
Is this the new normal?
So I wait, side by side with my rocky mountain and waves jostling me. When my people are ready to come back to me. I will be here, a quiet sentinel watching over my cave.