Dawn, it’s my favourite time of the day, a new beginning, a time to start anew, while all the stars are sleeping, and the rose is fresh with dew. The world is at a standstill calm, peaceful, serene waiting to be softly awakened. This is a beautiful time to reflect on my thoughts.
Walking in the sand all alone, today even the beach seemed my own. As the waves slowly washed my feet, the unsullied breath of a tranquil breeze, caressed my face with a gentle kiss. The calming silence of seashells and the naive innocence of the waves gently stirred the golden sand. Like an early morning tide, whose waves endlessly washed up on a warm sandy beach, so do the memories of each day, wash over my every waking moment.
I believe that sometimes there are rooms in life’s experience, which can be compared to a lonely beach of sand. Just as a passer by makes a foot print in the sand, a stranger makes a mark one day, an imprint in your life. But as the time goes by, the waves on the beach wash away the prints, just as time does its best to store away recollections of those, the ones we never meant to meet, the ones we never chose, but by some chance of fate have touched our lives. Strangely, as through some odd twist of fate, these are the memories and keepsakes that we cherish, the time we spend with these friends, will never, ever perish.
These memories made up of a smile, a hug, a token, those unspoken words, an emotion, a touching thought, a handful of laughter, a song, a word, everything and anything that’s touched ones heart, treasures to keep in a “magic box of keeps”, just as the waves wash away the footprint and holds them forever in the sea for “keeps”…