Episode 6

Reflections from the life and times of Mr. Smith. There I was in Fiji, looking for that girl, I met on the beach, so many years ago. I must have only been about five years old. I waddled out across the sand, and I saw the ocean for the first time. And I saw her. The ocean paled in comparison. Her beauty was beyond description. It was so indescribable, I couldn’t describe it. By the way…what does indescribable mean? I pondered this, as I sat on the beach. Staring at the ocean. In Fiji. So far from home. Home…the thought of home made me pause and reflect. If home is where the heart is, my home is on the beach. Here in Fiji, with that girl. Alas, I fear she is no more. For I have looked upon this beach for too long. I have searched in vain. I must again make my home, away from my heart. (The music swells. I suddenly feel like an old romantic.) I hop on a plane and head home. The plane ride was long. Very long. Very, very long. So long I fell asleep. And then it felt very short. How strange.
Thus ends this week’s reflections. And then my mirror image disappeared.