August 9, 2012 § 2 Comments
The wind whispers a secret to the dust in tongues I do not understand, and yet the smell on its breath is enough to know – a storm is approaching.
The fires were put out before the sun could sail beyond another millennia of dreams. Lightening glowed distantly and threw itself against a wide desert sky, leaving pinpricks of light to guide a belated moon to rise. Hours of visible darkness stretched on as beetles and lizards awoke to leave stories in the sand; stories that caused stars to shiver and playfully mirror patterns in the sky; stories that deluded sleep.
December 18, 2009 § 3 Comments
There is always a silence between the rolling of each wave as it lashes itself upon the land. It is amidst this silence that we each dream to find ourselves. It is amidst such silence that every laugh and smile and sigh, and shout and scream and cry find colour and meaning. It is within such silence that the world chooses to breathe. The essential beauty of every life is to be found here – between the waves, in the soul of the sea.
August 15, 2009 § Leave a comment
The skies are as black as they get, allowing the stars and the lights on the boats to signal each other. Rain has begun to fall and the smell of the earth is wonderfully intoxicating. It’s one of those nights when sleep remains a dream.