The cold weather-Hot desert to cold: Brett Rosenmeier and writer
Author’s note: Wow, I think I actually got this idea after I read ‘The dazzling heights’ [Again]; it makes me feeling the cold vibes additionally did I mention I got the MacBook Pro yesterday on the 10th November 2019 for real? It is official.
Additionally this is a writing between the writer [Me] and Brett Rosenmeier who is another player from the University of Hawaii on the Men’s volleyball team as an outside hitter on number three from Virginia Beach, Virginia.
Anyway, I might think this is the first part: second part will be coming soon.
More writing to come much more later just when I have the time to post on different players with writer.
Disclaimer: This is only a work of fiction therefore there is no need to take this seriously additionally this is only a fictional work taking place in a modern world.
As all I can remember is lying down on the cold ground of the sands in Dubai, hearing the waves from the sea; crashing the shore just a few inches away from me Andy body however one of the facts is I didn’t know why it does feel cool on the weather ever since all I know is that I didn’t hear just about anything additionally both of my legs are shaking and twitching from the cold; leaving my skin with goosebumps all over my skin.
I opened my eyes; trying to wake up except however the weather is very different from their usual hot yet extremely humid climate all year around as a desert country along with the neighboring countries such as Bahrain, Saudi Arabia; Oman, Yemen and Qatar.
Yesterday it feels hot and humid as the temperature soared above their average temperature. Except today, it does feel unusually cold ever since it is night time which the temperature does get cold at night however today, it feels too off and too odd to understand why.
Many may said it feels strange today, however for me it felt like the generations going past by is too fast for me to handle.
Not only the time goes very fast; however the weather does feel very different too from their usual climate.
Although it does feel cold yet it isn’t the kind of typical cold on snow; ice and freezing temperature.
It feels foggy; cloudy yet sometimes it does get windy at some point with either their cool gentle breeze or strong cold winds which makes everyone shivering in the cold.
The sky not only does looks cloudy yet it does looks grey and gloomy; covering the clear blue sky with fluffy white clouds in different shapes, forms as well as sizes plus the grey skies blocks the sun as well.
I don’t remember what had happened last night; but all I remembered are people are throwing a party last night as well as how some of the guests decided to go down to the beach for a late night walk as well as a couple whispering to each other yet it feels very difficult for me to hear what they are actually saying to each other yet they ended up kissing each other except I become very sleepy as I fall asleep on the ground of the cold sand in the beach.
By the time when I woke up, the weather is cold and foggy additionally the sky does feel very cloudy; making the building hard to even see through the fog.
Not only the weather does feel cold and cloudy yet foggy as well however the question is ‘Where are the people?’, ‘Where did everybody go?’; ‘Did they left the party last night?’ And most of all, ‘How do they left the party last night?’
There are too much questions which are left unanswered, yet the remaining footprints in the sand have been washed away from the cold, strong winds which can leave a human being feeling cold yet suffering from hypothermia which if it is left untreated then the person could have died from the cold weather.
Most of all, there are no commotion from people or even music: just the sound of the waves additionally the sound of my breathing from my nose; inhaling and exhaling.
As I struggle to get up, there are the cool breeze blowing through my face: letting my long straight jet black hair block my face whilst I am pushing my hair aside.
I walk to the waves, down on one knee: I bend down to touch the water: the water may be a clear shade of turquoise, teal and blue except the water temperature just feels as cool as the cold coarse yet soft sand under my feet.
I look up towards the horizon however the fog make it much more difficult for me to look at the horizon of the sea ever since the fog does cover it up too as well.
I turned to my left, hoping maybe there is someone waiting for me in the distance of the fog.
However there wasn’t anyone, not even Joe Worsley who is the setter for the University of Hawaii Men’s Volleyball Team as player no. 1 from Moraga, California as well as Stijn Van Tilburg who is the opposite outside hitter from Netherlands as no. 4; Brett Rosenmeier who is a regular outside hitter from Virginia Beach, Virginia as no. 3 [Plus he is an Aquarius as well on February 6th: just one day before Austin Matautia on February 7th]: Dalton Solbrig who is from Illinois as a middle position player on no.11: or even on everybody else as either side players or substitute players. [Not even the players in the past as well]
Not even on my favourite Volleyball player whom I got a crush on him as his family does felt pleased just as when I am being part of the royal family except they may not be a royal family: just a normal family from the island of Oahu, Hawaii with the parents having their experience on volleyball back during their younger days in the military service at a foreign country plus having an older sister who plays for Temple University.
Oh and did I mention the guy I am having a crush on is actually a local outside hitter from the West Side of Oahu called Ewa Beach which is well known for their Hawaiian Railway as well as a water park called ‘Wet and Wild water park’ additionally just at the outskirts of the area; there is Electric Beach Park just north of Ewa Beach area?
Plus he is no.7 in his volleyball position.
(Author’s note: If you guessed it right, it is the same guy we first met from Marina Bay Sands from ’Sights below from above’)
If you don’t know who is the person or what the answer is, the guy is . . . Austin Matautia.
He is the guy who I actually got a crush on additionally the relationship between us may feel just as sweet as a cup of shaved ice, warm as the climate of the islands in Hawaii during the clear sunny days; smooth as the buttery smooth and glassy waves on the surf break of Queens in Waikiki especially when you are surfing on either a longboard or a making moves with a short-board additionally bright yet seldom on his smile which lights up the room just as it instantly reminds me of after a miserable; dark, grey yet gloomy thunderstorm weather to wash away the anger, the sorrow: the sadness as well as the grief from you—the sun let the rays break through the grey clouds to reveal the bright blue sky with a beautiful rainbow just up and above in the blue sky as a finishing touch to a painting.
Plus he is also seldom because his eyes does constantly change colours as well as beautiful for the reason that Austin and his family are a beautiful creation from god.
However sometimes the relationship between me and Austin does gives us the insecurities we personally have however we couldn’t speak to anyone about it; the differences we have between the two of us on how we can learn to overcome the obstacles we personally have in our way of the relationship between us additionally I do have more insecurities than ever—yet it wasn’t on Austin or the relationship between us but it is on me—the personal problems I have on me.
When it comes to Austin, he is hard for me to forget him especially his beautiful pair of colour changing eyes.
Additionally he is the only guy who does have the similar quality of character to Mathieu Richard; who is the man who I consider him as a second father to me, an uncle and a best friend as well.
However it does feel different today, Austin is not around which feels different to me unless when I want alone time as well as vice versa on him: the desert does feel cold from the cold; grey yet foggy weather additionally how both the sand and the water feels cold: I feel isolated from this cold, barren and grey desert additionally there isn’t anybody around; not even my sweetheart Austin.
I walk down the barren stretch of beach, calling out everyone on their names as loud and clear just for them to hear my voice calling their name.
“Stijn? Joe, Austin: James; Brett: Dalton? Anyone? Hello???” I called out to the barren stretch of beach however there wasn’t a voice from one of the players; not even anybody who may not be the main player on the roster however they could be back-up players just in case when the main players are either injured; sick or they are off for personal reasons.
“Anybody? Hello???”
No answer, however there wasn’t just any answer from the guys.
Suddenly I got scared; really scared just as when this is something out of a horror movie in real life.
Just as I am changing directions, a cold hand touches my wrist yet I let out a yelp: feeling the cold hand from a stranger yet he/she must had followed me by my footprints in the cold sand.
The guy look startled yet shell-shocked on how I got startled by the person who had been following me all this time.
Thankfully it is just the guy I known him well; it is Brett Rosenmeier who is the outside hitter from Virginia Beach, Virginia as player number three.
“Oh,” he said, feeling unsure about what to say next.
“I . . . I . . . I’m sorry, I didn’t to get startled by the hand but I got scared ever since I am looking for everybody else but then again: nobody is around.” I reply, sounding neutral yet nervous at the same time since I am feeling guilty for scaring Rosey like that.
“Um . . . yeah; that’s okay ‘cause I am also kind of looking for everybody but they’re nowhere to be found.”
“Exactly.” I replied but again, my replies are always sounding flat yet monotone as well.
“Are you . . .” ask Rosey, sounding nervous while crossing his left index finger and middle finger on his left hand.
Am I alone? Yes, but a couple of minutes ago; not anymore. Am I cold? Yes I am feeling cold. Am I starving? Not really.
“Are you feeling cold?” He asked me, sounding nervous while he is shivering from the cold ever since he is only wearing his number three white Jersey with a Hawaiian flag from Asics sports wear additionally a pair of white shorts while being barefoot on the cold sand of the desert ground.
“I am feeling cold but only on my legs.” I replied softly while I am shivering from the a slightly stronger cool breeze which feels more like a cold wind with the speed is slightly faster than a breeze.
“Oh okay, you know you are lucky to wear a long-sleeve shirt to get your arms warm.” He said to me, sounding slightly softly and less nervous than earlier.
I nod quietly, Austin had given me a Rainbow Wahine [Lady] long sleeve shirt which is grey in colour with the number seven in green on the centre of the shirt additionally he told me I can wear it just to remember him by.
However even with the high waisted shorts I got from Rip Curl, the short might be unsuited for the cold weather on the cool, foggy and unusual climate.
“Shall we walk?” He ask me.
I nod, maybe we can look for the others.
