He is majoring in Oceanography.

"He’s like the ocean," I told my Love.

"The ocean is pretty big," my Love told me.

His face is a barren sandy beach, all corals and pale gold. Half-Rasta hair washes over his face and tangles like an African seaweed, ripples down in lively strands of dirty light. His eyes are like dawn breaking over clear blues and foggy greens.

"He’s a little ocean," I replied. And my Love described the Ocean and the youth:

"Tempestous, yet peaceful. And complicated, yet simple."

He usually wears baggy Khaki shorts or cargos. . . on a randomish note, it’s funny–I misspelled Khaki as Kahki *and discovered a Greek word caique from the Turkish kayik, a type of wooden fishing boat from the Ionian Seas.

This boy moves with an erratic fluidness which drives one to examine the mind behind such smooth unexpectedness;
predictably calm as any wild force of nature.

Mysteries lie on open faces, and there are stories wading from shallow wondering to words of friendship.

"What’s he like?"

Perhaps we’ll find out. Perhaps he can never be found.

. . .

* "The kaiki was also known in past centuries as Trechandri, a fast and aesthetic hull craft, the Fortuga, generally a heavier transport boat, the Karovassi with a concave bow and undercut stern, the Perama with a straight and forward slanting bow, and the Varkala, a single masted boat with a high counter stern."

[http://encyclopedia.thefreedictionary.com/Kaiki]