Alois Eisler
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Nights during Spring were always a blessing. Still warm, but mildly enough to offer some relief from the sweltering daytime. But nights were especially beautiful in Europe, especially on the places near the seashores, but for some reason its residents failed to notice the night's charm. Maybe they were too busy with their domestic lives to take the time to admire the stars, proud mothers tucking their children in bed or tired fathers fretting over a stack of bills. Maybe material things had stolen attention away from the night. Whatever the reason, people in the area ignored the dark hours as they slipped away. But Alois Eisler was not one of these people.
The final click of his shoes against the asphalt road passed briefly before drowning out against the sound of roaring waves. He smiled as his shoes sunk firmly into the sand. Sighing happily, he removed them and tossed them along the beach carelessly. He wiggled his toes a bit at the tickling sensation of lukewarm grains, heated by the earlier sun, between them. The rolling waves calling to him, Alois headed toward the water.
As his feet reached the border of land and sea, the ivory sand was replaced with a rush cold water. Waves crashed around his ankles, spraying lightly against his lower thighs. The acrid scent of salt and sea invaded his nostrils and attacked his senses. Nonethe less, he loved this feeling. As the ocean wind whipped around Alois' frame his loose clothing flapped against him tenderly. He needed this moment, to be free, to be unguarded. The world seemed to be weighing so heavily on him lately.
The moon was in full hanging majestically in the night sky, out shining its companions. Its reflection radiated against the black plain beneath it. After a few minutes of staying there, Alois then returned back to the shore and sat, eyes fixed at the dark sky above him.
The final click of his shoes against the asphalt road passed briefly before drowning out against the sound of roaring waves. He smiled as his shoes sunk firmly into the sand. Sighing happily, he removed them and tossed them along the beach carelessly. He wiggled his toes a bit at the tickling sensation of lukewarm grains, heated by the earlier sun, between them. The rolling waves calling to him, Alois headed toward the water.
As his feet reached the border of land and sea, the ivory sand was replaced with a rush cold water. Waves crashed around his ankles, spraying lightly against his lower thighs. The acrid scent of salt and sea invaded his nostrils and attacked his senses. Nonethe less, he loved this feeling. As the ocean wind whipped around Alois' frame his loose clothing flapped against him tenderly. He needed this moment, to be free, to be unguarded. The world seemed to be weighing so heavily on him lately.
The moon was in full hanging majestically in the night sky, out shining its companions. Its reflection radiated against the black plain beneath it. After a few minutes of staying there, Alois then returned back to the shore and sat, eyes fixed at the dark sky above him.