There’s a majestic feeling when the tides of the shore touch your feet for the first time again. You close your eyes and savor the experience of simple yet eternal bliss. It catches you off-guard, the colliding sounds of the sea and wind, synergistic in perfect harmony. More perfect than a quartet of strings that reverb inside a famous opera house.
Similar with the aftermath of solitude, you shall discover yourself in serenity. Like the stillness of a beating heart through a crowd that stands firm. The moment when the sound of silence envelopes in the dark and that whistle of the wind in the end of a long tunnel. It speaks to you in many ways but only you can decipher its true essence and its significance that will ultimately change your life.
Aurora comes before sunset. Crimson and tangerine spreads its prowess across the sky, chasing the stars away and bestowing rest to the indigo fields. One big ball of fire ascends to take its rightful place allowing the flowers to open its buds to bloom and awaken everyone else from slumber.
Children are playing alongside the shore with kites and paper boats that they may soar high in dreams of becoming somebody in the future. I silently envy their limitless grasp of freedom. They contain the optimism that seems so fragile, so naïve, evident innocence beyond frailties and imagination. I chuckled with thoughts of creating one paper boat myself…. And I continue this morning walk. A man in a chair caught my attention. Yes, a plastic chair situated not far from the shore but submerged in the water at some point. Coming to this beach was a part of his therapy because he recently experienced stroke. I admired life a little bit more. As the world turns round and round, just about everything falls to the ground, it picks you up, grants you new hope and makes you see things you’ve relentlessly neglected. Just like the sea, at different times and with different tides, its washes away things we value but it still manages to bring them back at the end of the day. This man, sitting in that very plastic chair, he comes in the morning with new found hope.
This park is not home only to those who seek refuge, ‘tis also for those who are in search for meaning and inspiration. Numerous are those who wish to muster the strength and put messages in bottles, pray for deliverance and wait for answers in painful silence. ‘tis a happy place to those who promised that friendships are forever
with a click here, a click there, stolen memories to be kept for a lifetime.
I always wondered what its like to conquer the savage waters. Then there are those who have the talent to do so. They marvel their skill of maneuvering through the current with ease evident upon their faces, not having to worry of mistakes and failures because passion is their foundation. I watched them exploit their capabilities and enhance their abilities. Like the rest of the audience, I was awed.
Reaching the end of this walk, I am surprised where my feet took me. Footprints are washed away not giving me a chance to retrace and linger on my tracks. I listened to the humming of the wind again and the sound of the sea. It gave me peace.
This place has witnessed the “comes and gone” of people…of life. May it be serenaded by happy notes, sad love songs or simple melodies, stories have put color to this park. Enthralled by the contagious laughter, deepened by silent tears, strengthened by working hands and made meaningful by the people who share an hour or two, with faith that this is a place where first and last times will always be written as a part of history.
much gratitude to Noel Nacion Photography
xoxo,
A.
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