We took our time to pack and had breakfast.

“Where are we going today?”

“You’ll know.”

“You and your surprises, I’ll have to get used to them.”

“Don’t you like them?”

You look definitely cutish and puppy-ish to the max. “Yes, love it.” I blew these words into your ear.

You stole a quick kiss and I blushed in reaction. 

“You are beautiful and vivacious."

Time paused.

“We better get going, else we will not reach there this afternoon.”

“Is it far?”

“Well. Quite a distance.” You smile. “But definitely worth the time. We must experience that at least once in our life.”

After hours of driving, you stopped.

“Where is this?”

“The lowest point on Earth.” You replied.

“Let’s stop by the local bazaar. We need to get swimming gear."

“What?”

Without much ado, you pulled my hand and we ran our way to the market. 

For ladies, there were only bikinis available. I was so conscious of the skimpy gear that it took me a while to finish adjusting before leaving the changing room.

“You look great. Don’t keep fidgeting. Else, this lovely pink bikini will fall apart.“ you winked and whispered into my ears, “Not that I mind and when its within the confines of my eyes only.” Ripples ran through my being while I complained on the ridiculousity of your comment.

Once out at the beach, I realised that my worries are overrated as there is no female who do not wear bikini here.

"See?" you said, smiling.

"Yes, I do.", I grab onto your waiting hand. 

An amazing sight greeted me when I reached the shore. I can swim all right but floating on water (like everyone else?) I was cautious at first. When I step deeper into the water, I find that I couldn’t swim. We are completely buoyant in the absolutely briny waters.

“Opps, pain in my eyes!”

You led me to use the clean water from the taps stationed along the pipes to rinse my eyes.

The floating experience, being relatively less dense than water, “I shouldn’t have spent time learning the art of swimming.” I joked.

“Well, you can only attain this state here. You still need to swim on other bodies of water. Many believe that this therapeutic waters will cure people of their ailments.”

“Others think that it has amazing beauty effect!”

You laughed, “Yes, anti-aging!”

Your laughter is simply contagious, “Regardless of the effect, this is really an unique and unparallel feel. Floating without any float! Thanks for bringing me here!” I planted a kiss on your cheek.

You paused and continued, “Looks like I need to bring you here more often!” you added, “You are turning red. Let’s do a real mud bath (yes, I know what you are referring to) before proceeding to the indoor pools to rinse.”

Clad in mineral mud, we baked ourselves in the unforgiving rays for a while, before rinsing and soaking in the spring water, and changed back into our clothes. The resort is crowded, with a good mix of old and young, couples, tourists, etc.

“Oh, how do we get all these mud off our swimwear?”

“Everyone gets inexpensive swimwear from the bazzar, wear once and dispose them. The highly concentrated brine dip we tried just now would destroy the swimwear.”

We checked into a hotel that night. This is really a starkly beautiful place, with its parameters surrounded by palm trees and framed by clear waters on one side and barren mountain peaks on the other. The notice at the reception alerted the tourists that foxes are seen the nearby mountains recently.

We had a late dinner, lingered around the hotel perimeter for a long while, before retreating to our connecting rooms.

It’s almost midnight.

I looked at the connecting door to your room.

Raised my fist but hesitated to knock.

I lain behind it.

Gave up and fell on the bed.

Floated in and out of sleep.

I am not sure how long that had been, then, I heard some rapid knockings on the door.

“Yes?”

“Quick, dear. Come out now, tomorrow is coming.”

I rubbed my eyes in the darkness, only seeing very dim light from the waters.

We looked out and up from their hotel corridor, right into the sky. Starless. Quiet. Peace.

You hummed a tune softly.

“That’s a track from a musical, Tomorrow will come by PHS. ” I recalled.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fl4RhVELjzI

“That was also the question asked during the Great Depression, the era where the musical ‘Bonnie & Clyde’ was set. Then, where all things are so depressing, be it musical or shows.. Guess that really reflects the reality in that era.”

“I heard that track on U-tube.“

“I didn’t manage to catch the track being sang live. But I felt the feel and aura expressed in the recorded track. Will tomorrow come?”

“Yes, it will. It has… “ You pointed at the faint orange colour light, gradually emerging and invading the dark skyline, with its base stationed at the end of the horizon.

“Yes, indeed, literally.”

“We have each other now.” I held and rubbed your hand against my chest, feeling grateful by being in your proximity and closeness. “Yes, tomorrow will come, and has come.”

You are smiling your lovely smile, exactly the way I love and envision it to be.

I responded with a loving glance. My eyes stayed on your familiar and beautiful face, unable to move an inch. “Shall we watch the replay of the musical, if it returns?”

“Sure. PHS’s interpretation of this track was intense and warm. Crying out for immerse hope, right before the end.”

“It was powerful and full of yearning. IMHO, it’ll be better if he sounded more desperate.” That is my comment.

“He has a warm voice. That’s why.”

I haven’t thought along that line before. “Yes, maybe that’s what the Theatrical Director wants to relay to the audience. In that grey era, not all things will end gloomy, and need not be grey. Death is maybe a step, or another beginning, and not an end.”

“In that gloomy era, I think the poor is render worthless by default. Be it you are driven to burglary (for even as small as a meal), you will be given a tough, unforgiving sentence that resulted in an irreversible life path. Why are there more tragedies onscreen?”

That’s simple. “As they appeal more. You feel disappointed and thus remember them longer.”

“I feel cheated after investing some much time, and ending in a tragedy.”

“Often, they gave valuable life lessons. That uneven path, and how to counter the physical and psychology behind it.”

“I do catch them, the relatively more inspiring lots of them. Well, let’s see.. Life is a box of chocolates?”

I smiled, “You are too young for that.”

“I am not what happened to me. I am what I want to become... ‘Don't ever let somebody tell you... You can't do something. You got a dream... You gotta protect it. People can't do somethin' themselves, they wanna tell you you can't do it. If you want somethin', go get it. Period.”

“Walk that walk and go forward all the time. Don’t just talk the talk. Walk it and go forward. Also, the walk didn’t have to belong strides. Baby steps are counted too. Go forward.”

”Yes, Pursuit of happiness. It’s inspiring.”

“Yes, its reality. It gave hope too.”

“Indeed. Good morning, love.”

“Yes, my dear."

With you right here, tomorrow will not only be here, but will also be beautiful in its own right, and promising too.