Thursday,
22. April 2004
Grounded on Shells
This morning, when I woke up and looked
out of the window, to get a glimpse of the dawn, an idea how early or late it
is, I saw colours. Orange. Yellow. Pink. The sight made me get up in one move.
I slipped into the next best trousers, put on my fleece jacket and out I was,
walking towards the ocean, towards the full horizon.
The
ocean is just a minute away from our bungalow, and the sky unfolded more with
every step I made, making me wish the way was longer and shorter at the same time.
Then - the
ocean. The sky. Colours floating, above, and underneath. All in motion, all but
the mountains that framed the sight in their timeless way.
I
took a picture, another one, and sat down on the pebble stones and shells to take
a third one.
And
sat. Grounded on shells. The ocean in front of me. A
zen moment.
The
reason we go and go: to be, for once.
Part
5: Walk Out
