Saturday, June 25, 2022

An Azure Gateway

 

      It's just another day the same old routine nothing new. But my dear friend it is up to us to make this day a one full of adventure and new experiences wherever we are, our mind is the most complex thing as an individual is never fully quite aware of the exact moment for inspiration to write about something and post it online for a varied audience of readers.

 

   Pearly white with spikes on it having a huge opening is one that bought me solace. As I held it close to my ear I could get the sound of the frothy saline waves as they hit the sandy bank. The whole air bubble around me was engulfed by the salty air. I could revive that blissful feeling of walking on the soft shelly path of gold. I would feast my eyes on the Streamliners and commercial ships as they rule the salty sea. The sound of the birds as they head home is sure to add a thrill to the mind of a nature enthusiast.

      Soon this silence is broken by the happy sounds of children as they make mud pies and sandcastles and fill the entire atmosphere with a sense of jubilation and good spirits One might ask where’s the peace in that? I would simply say avert your gaze and look around you and admire these young kids having the time of their lives which undoubtedly and unknowingly turns you into a kid picking up shells of different sizes having different patterns on them which truly enhances their beauty.

               The final curtain call is the moment when the horizon slowly engulfs the tangerine ball of heat leaving a mirage of gold on the calm saline sea and an array of vibrant colors in the vast canvas of the far-fetched sky.

              There is no reason to be disheartened by the closure of this gateway. Look around and give the eyes and mind the space and freedom to intercept the wonderful artifacts or objects that enwrap oneself. these things may be inanimate but if looked at with a fine-tooth comb they too have a marvelous story waiting to be unearthed and embrace the phenomenal feeling it withholds.

 

  

    

          

  

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