I sit, overlooking the waves that crash against the shore. A patterned beauty, homogeneous, yet each wave a powerful individual. The water integrating itself with the land. Lasting a few seconds, then returning to its abode. For millions of miles across the shores of the world, a continuous cycle.
The sky exquisite, like a million tiny diamonds attached to a black canvas. The air, humid and salty. A balmy sea breeze passes through my lengthy hair. I shift my seating position to gain full advantage of the graceful breeze. Serenity…words can be left untold. A clandestine, beauteous moment. Alone, a world untainted. A meeting with nature, elements so vast and commanding. My physical being, a mere fraction in comparison to the power that surrounds me.
In the distance, I hear the notes of a guitar being strummed out. I see a light in the far distance and embark on a leisurely gait. To my right, the waves still crash…some more intense than others. I walk delicately across the sand, my feet sinking occasionally, into the moistened, velvety sand. In my journey towards the dim light, I’m fortunate to have a guide. The moon, whose incandescence lights the way towards my destination.
I silently take in the breathtaking beauty of the resplendent moonlight, reflecting against the ocean water. I close my eyes, in an attempt to feel the moment, the enchantment. I want to capture this moment in my memory, its placidity unparalleled. I slowly open my eyes…when I look around, my surroundings have vanished. I am left standing in an open space, with nothing more than my thoughts and imagination. A void, such moments a rarity in a place called…’reality’.

The childhood years gone by

He sat on the floor and retrieved his colouring book and newly acquired set of stationery. The little case contained a kaleidoscope of colours, offered in a variety of options. Pencil colours, paint, crayons and markers…It was his second week of preschool and the commencement of a new life. A prelude to the next twelve years of his schooling career. My little cousin was engrossed in a world of his own, where the picture that he coloured was the most important thing for him. I looked at his childlike innocence, his guise angelic. It was the year 1992 when I when I was assumed the same role, as a five year old preschooler…My memories are still vivid and I can recall numerous incidents which occurred during that year. The daily routine, breaks, story time and nap time…The elation of knowing that your painting was worthy enough of the ‘wall’, for everyone to see (not forgetting the very scratchy autograph at one corner of your masterpiece). And who can forget art and baking classes? Creating sculptures from limited, yet colourful fragments of clay and making a variety of odd-shaped edibles during baking class. The one which I can distinctly recall is the mouse, which had icing between its body, and was composed of Marie biscuits, liquorice that substituted for a tail and whiskers and a common sweet for eyes. In retrospect, I have to conclude that the combination of ingredients sounds rather unappealing. Kids tend to eat queer things

The years seem to have passed by in a flash. From grade school, to high school and now to university. We are progressing from one stage of our lives to the next, leaving behind all those wonderful years of pleasure, innocence and freedom. We only have our beautiful, wonderful and fun memories to accompany us into our future.

It’s not as if the future won’t offer us events which will become precious memories. There are now other stages which we will move on to, such as marriage and the birth of your first child for example. However, we will be never be able to experience those blissful years of freedom bereft of any hefty responsibilities, which only intensify and grow with age. Childhood has been one of the greatest gifts we could experience. Possibly some of the best years of our lives…

A Wednesday afternoon

I am sitting in my backyard on a shaded patch of grass, next to the bottlebrush tree. Overhead are the birds, in peaceful flight. i can hear the coo of three pigeons, perched on the side of the roof and telephone wires. Everything is so still, except for the occasional breeze. The weather is  absolute perfection. Not a degree too hot nor too cold. There are chirps of other bird species, all who seem to be enjoying the day as much as I am. There is an incredible sense of placidity, which I have not felt in years….Telephone ringing! So much for my peace:)

Magical Christmas morning

It was 4:40am and I sat at the dining room table. My coffee was freshly made, still steaming. On my right hand side the window was open, allowing entry to a balmy morning breeze. The sky was overcast and just slightly illuminated. Birds chirped eagerly and there was the faint sonance of cars on the highway. The lustrous moon stared straight at me, in all its glory. It was fully developed and in casting its radiance, illuminated the clouds surrounding it. Occasionally a thicker mass of cloud lingered over it, but quickly carried on its way. My unobstructed view and solitude at that particular time allowed me to experience that awe-inspiring moment, the moon as my companion. What a beautiful Christmas morning…