Shimmering in the Sun’s twilight.
Several year’s ago our older sister had taken myself, my brother, Ionatana, and our youngest sister out on a field trip to Alkai beach in Seattle, Washington. We were teenagers (ages 12 to 15), and excited to be hanging out with our Big Sister (21 years of age)! As you know, most Samoan teenaged males look like grown men, and my brother and I were looking and feeling grown because we was with our Big Sis!
We hopped on to our local public transportation bus number 174 to downtown Seattle, Washington, then on to Alkai beach. We stepped off the bus and ran around like recently released teenagers from the juvenile detention center. We watched the beach bums, the volleyball players, watched people taking in their daily dose of vitamin D, we, simply, enjoyed the sounds of the “Pudget Sound” waters rushing to shore, and the aroma of Summer.
As the sun began to set, my sisters and I talked about how much we enjoyed the day, we talked about our hour-long bus ride home, and we were hoping that our parents weren’t going to be upset with us for getting home later than we explained. But our concerns quickly decapitated, suddenly, my sisters interrupted our conversation with their cooing and hawing over the silhouette of a Man walking out from the shores of Alkai.
I looked up to see what they were gushing over. I saw, what they saw. I saw a silhouette of a man with broad shoulders, tall, maybe five foot-eight inches, slim at the waist, the sun seemed to glitter around him as he walked out from the Alkai shores. Naturally, I started wondering if we were in the middle of a “Baywatch” television series; especially, after he shook the waters from his curls; I thought, “…Wow, nicely done, Uce!…” As my sisters continued on with their narration of their Zeus-like figure coming to shore, I thought to myself, “…they’re right! That’s a handsome-looking silhouette of a man….” Mind you, I submit my observations from an Artist’s perspective.
As I watched this figure come to shore, I noticed my sisters’ voices began to soften. My ears began to focus more intently as to what they were whispering: “…Oh, my Gosh! He’s walking this way! He’s walking this way!…Damn. Girl…look out!…” Abruptly, silent they were. They were right. The figure began to show himself as he walked closer and closer towards us. We were silent with anticipation as he walked closer towards us.
Simultaneously, my sisters said, “YUCK! YUCK! OH, YUCK! What the hell! Who told you to go swim! Who told you to–who told you to do that! Oh, No! God in Heaven, forgive us!…”
Turns out, the silhouette was our brother, Ionatana, also known as, Zues. He was beautiful!