Piling on the layers of silk

The stars are tucked in a fine blanket of translucent clouds. The sea is black, silky hues of black. Mysterious, tempting, beckoning and indecisive, the departing waves welcoming the high tide. A wave crashes a short distance from my feet, rolling forward loosing momentum, the white froth tickles my toes. As quickly as it came, it rushes back, beckoning me to follow. I take three steps forward and half a step back. This time the wave rolls over my feet like ice cold velvet, submerging them . As it pulls back into the sea, predictably, my feet sink a little deeper into the sand.
I have never been here before, yet, I have never felt more at home. A rowdy call from afar breaks my trance, I head back to the dying bonfire , to my new friends- the rooftop singers.
 

Auroville, Puducherry, Tamil Nadu.