Sailor’s stories, that’s just what they were, but today, here he was, bobbing across the waves on his little trawler. The fish weren’t biting today, not unusual, in the grand scheme of things.
Yet, that glow, orange, yellow curtains.
He could almost see the other side, the more the wind whispered in his ear, the more he wanted to see. Nature’s beauty, a new start, fresh, clean. Closer, closer, closer towards the arch way.
‘There’s nothing to be afraid of,’ it seemed to say.
Reaching out, his hands touched something – something solid, a gateway of sorts. Gently he pushed the yellow doorway and saw what was beyond the glow. He smiled, as his grandmother’s face peered back.
‘You can stay, but only for a few minutes, I just wanted you to know I am here, always watching over you, always keeping you safe. Those footprints in the sand, I will always carry your weight.’
A grin, and precious minutes spent with the woman, who gave him the love of the sea, before his little boat drifted back home.