You Can't Hide From The Sun!

I want to try something new in this blog post. I want to describe a short situation; it doesn’t have any particular beginning or story behind it, it's intended to be like an excerpt. My primary intention is to be able to set the reader in the situation I’m writing about and help you feel what I’m describing. Either for calming, meditation, or just enjoyment purposes, try to put yourself in the narrator’s place and I hope this helps :) Here goes:

I’m sitting in the back yard, being very aware of everything that’s around me. My eyes are closed because the sun is shining so brightly; I can feel the intense warmth of its rays upon my eyelids, my skin, burning slowly, yet so pleasurably. I enjoy how, even in the middle of a hot summer’s day, I can just sit outside, and this huge star far away will fill me with warmth. My body is my ‘first defence’ to its rays, but then, it feels as if they are piercing through my body, all the way to my soul; I find it fascinating how that warmth can make me feel warm inside. It’s calming, it makes me happy and it comforts me to be able to enjoy this gift that I just need notice every time it is handed to me on a silver sky.

The grass beneath my feet is not as soft as it seems in the movies. It’s a bit rougher, and I think its intention is to balance out the delicate sun rays. The tingling in my feet takes me back to when I was a child; it makes life seem carefree and quick, that’s why I have to enjoy all this nature around me. Because it has rained two days ago, I can still smell the distinct aroma of the grass and the dirt. It calms my nerves as it rises in the air and enters my nose all the way to the back of my head. My closed eyes allow me to enjoy the sensation that nature’s scents offer me.

Standing still in my chair I would imagine that a silence surrounded the atmosphere, but the opposite is actually happening. I am the guest of honour in this very special symphony which has been carefully composed by an artist far greater than the greatest we know. The synchrony around me is mesmerising and paralysing at the same time. I can’t help myself, I wish I could stay like this forever; I’m afraid that if I move I am going to miss a chirp or a wind howl. I experience that feeling where I just can’t get enough of my surroundings, and the only way I can think of for truly eternalising my experience, is to write about it; describe it in such detail so that even the smallest memory will be preserved in a way which the camera cannot capture.

Finally, I open my eyes. It takes a while to adjust from the previous darkness, but now everything just seems so much more vibrant. The green is greener, the blue more intense, the red more passionate, the orange more jubilant, and the brown so much more mysterious. I have never seen anything like it, even though I have had this scenery in front of me every single day. How can this be? How is it that I notice a different tree, a different house, some new bird species every time I look again? This is what I love in the nature I have been blessed with: it has a never-ending mystery, a new element waiting to be discovered every time I am careful to pay enough attention by tuning out what I think I already know.

As I listen in, I can hear the stream, faintly, yet fiercely flowing in the distance. As I try to ‘sync in’ with the water, I can almost taste its freshness in my warm skin. I close my eyes once more and I can see myself having that stream right beside me, dipping my fingers in the cold water, grabbing the pebbles at the bottom. At this moment, another memory enters my mind; I remember the distinct sound rocks make as they bump against each other underwater. It is similar to the sound of small marbles hitting one another as you play a game with them. Under the pleasure of enjoying this moment, I doze off in this land I have fully possessed in my memories now. I just wish this could last forever!

‘Till next time…