My footprints stood out starkly against the fine grains of yellow sand that lined the shore. Walking in silence, I paused by a group of red earthen coloured rocks spread out across the water, and looked out towards the horizon. The sound of a lone seagull drifting upon the gentle wind caressing my face, mingled with the waves surging and breaking against the rocks, were my lone companions. Climbing a boulder I steadied myself and looked afar in awe. A mosaic of pure beauty, both serene and mysterious was everywhere to behold. The brilliance of the sun’s rays burst from Heaven, casting its rays upon the Earth, illuminating it with a gentle radiance. For long moments I stood upon that boulder, a lone figure still and silent. It was as if I wanted to capture the experience of this moment for all time and engrave it within the depths of my heart.
I paused, perched high on top a lone boulder by the shore, fearless, oblivious to the waves which menacingly splashed around me. It was if a sea of white foam coursed all around, engulfing everything in its path and then retreating albeit hesitantly into the depths of the Ocean. Looking afar, a series of enormous cliffs rose defiantly from a narrow isthmus projecting into the deep blue sea. Proud they stood, mystical rock formations beautifully cast against the brilliant blue clouds that were strewn across Heaven itself. The winds danced wildly amidst the boulders rising occasionally into a crescendo at once in harmony with the sound of waves splashing around me. There are moments of sheer beauty when one must pause and be silent, for only in silence can one even dare to contemplate true beauty. A silence which commands our every sense and manifests the magnificence of Creation in all its splendour. I sat in silence for long moments; deep from within my mind, heart and soul resonated the words… “Be still, and know that I am God” (Psalm 46:10).
Walking along the sand dunes, I was met with the full fury of the elements as wave upon wave of sand and salt water sprayed against my body. The fury of the wind mingled with the crashing of waves along the seashore rose to a deafening pitch. I pondered what lay ahead, tired, slightly dismayed yet full of resolute determination and sense of adventure. After walking for what seemed a long time, I suddenly stopped. Looking behind me I surveyed the lone footprints that marked my journey along the coast. Eventually gathering my thoughts I continued walking along the sand dunes, before climbing up a steep cliff face. My pace quickened as I sighted a distant narrow path. Bracing myself against the various rocks, I climbed down urgently as the fading light heralded sunset. As I looked up, excitement gripped my heart and I paused in awe and wonder. The suns rays illuminated an angelic tapestry of cloud that cast its heavenly soft glow over an archaic formation of red rocks dominating the shoreline.
As far as the eye could see the narrow village path composed of an archaic, well worn cobblestone road wound its way delightfully around the periphery of the town, whose ancient stoic medieval walls straddled the picturesque town nestled within its protective embrace. Perched high upon a hill, overlooking a melange of quaint villages with lush vineyards, it commanded a beautiful vantage of the surrounding picturesque countryside. Blessed with archaic crumbling facades decorated with vibrant bouquets of flowers and colourful arched doorways and windows, one is instantly transformed into the imagination of ones childhood. Flamboyant characters such as Molière, whose eloquent and flamboyant rhetoric reflect the sophistication and elegance of French culture, are beautifully manifested within the nostalgic atmosphere that grips my very being.
The narrow street widened into a wide thoroughfare to my delight; I was now able to gaze upon a delightful scene. A radiant yellow window decorated with blue wooden panes set against red bouquets of flowers adorning window sills, contrasted brilliantly with the sandstone coloured archaic wall and blue tinged cobble stone street. I stood admiring this most beautiful facade resplendent with such simple yet beautifully blended colours. Looking about in childlike wonder I thought “What would it have been like to have lived so long ago in a town such as this?”. My thoughts deep in reverie, a gentle smile slowly crept across my face as I pondered one of my favourite characters; D’Artagnan from The Three Musketeers, walking down a street such as this in his swashbuckling style, an air of bravado, the hallmark of a proud and fiery young Gascon in the prime of his life.
My feet felt the smooth contours of pebbles beneath my feet as I wandered around the many secluded pathways that meandered throughout the medieval town. Looking downwards I smiled at the myriad of rainbow earthen coloured stones that glistened in the afternoon sun. I paused and wondered in awe and silence, reminiscing of a time long ago when the “Clip Clop” of horses hooves mingled with the sound of farm animals and townsfolk bartering their wares around a maze of merchant stalls. Glancing around, I noticed a beautiful sand stone facade with vibrant blue doorway and shutters, blending wonderfully with the pebble stone road. A simple cast iron lantern hung above the doorway, framed by a stoic arch. I paused and admired the elegance and classical beauty of this doorway. It was merely a door, yet somehow its timeless beauty struck a chord within my heart, yearning for an era where beauty manifested itself in simplicity.