Climbing up the steep rock face I gazed in awe at the beautiful scene that unfolded before me. Perched high above the sea-line appeared a cluster of immense red rock formations, sculptured by the wind, sea spray and rain throughout the ages. I paused for long moments; my eyes wide in amazement like that of an innocent child and simply looked on in silence. I was dimly aware of the gentle wind dancing around me, whistling gleefully around the rocks. Somewhere in the distance I heard the crashing of waves upon one another before giving way to the shore. With the passage of time, the gentle rays of the sun burst forth, casting their gorgeous glow, heralding the start of a new day as they brilliantly illuminated, a mosaic of pure clouds strewn across Heaven itself. I looked on in solitude and silence, rejoicing at simply being alive, surrounded by the beauty of God’s creation.
Alone perched upon a ragged red boulder I looked out towards the ocean, 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. The winds danced wildly amidst the boulders rising occasionally into a crescendo at once in harmony with the sound of waves splashing around me. I was all alone yet an inner peace gripped my soul, awesome to behold. 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 secluded beach, I followed a stream of fast flowing water that was creating a meandering path through the sand on its way towards the ocean. The walk along the coast passes through some diverse and stunning landscape, before opening up into amazing sea cliffs and coastline. Descending down from the sea cliffs, I passed some beautiful rock formations before reaching an expanse of fine sand eventually leading to this secluded oasis. The red tinge of the rocks formation contrasted strikingly against the fine yellow sand and blue sky, manifesting an extraordinary tapestry. The boulders themselves formed a maze of passages that produced some fun moments of exploration reminding one of childhood memories. These majestic granite formations often projected into the sea rising above the water to form outcrops or islands. Walking upon the fine quartz sand I smiled at the squeaking sound beneath my feet that permeated the air, reminiscent but not in the mythical proportions that I had envisaged from my childhood.
Droplets of salt water sprayed my face as the ocean pounded against brilliantly coloured red rocks, rising violently into the air. Carried away in a turbulent dance by the tumultuous winds, the sea water flung across the shoreline like a mermaid’s veil rising and falling, a fleeting moment of white beauty that graced the rugged shoreline. As the ocean heaved once more and the roaring of the ocean ascended into a crescendo, I closed my eyes unafraid rejoicing in the untamed beauty of Creation as the water once again splashed forcefully against my face sitting at atop a boulder daringly at the ocean’s edge.
Walking along the narrow cobblestone street I paused before an old wooden brown door decorated with cast iron adornments. “I wonder what lay beyond?”. I had heard tales of merchants long ago who used hidden passages to transport their expensive silken wares through the heart of the city. Unperturbed and filled with the excitement of the unknown I pushed the door which groaned heavily and proceeded up the dimly lit passageway. The sound of people walking in the street dwindled as I wound my way up a narrow ancient corridor; the walls on either side had faded, cracks had wound a tapestry on either side. Light began to suffuse the corridor which opened up into a picturesque courtyard. The combination of rich colours, green plants crawling along walls, beautiful archaic facades and doors plunged one back into an era long ago. Turning around in wonder I suddenly paused. A magnificent red tower, elegantly framed with arched windows and a spiral stone staircase rose up into the sky. The passage of time had merely added to its beauty.
Pausing along the banks of the old town I looked out across the river. The night air gently caressed my face as the sound of the water flowing soothed my thoughts. The golden glow of lights illuminated the bridge brilliantly as it stretched forth, traversing the great expanse of water decorated with dancing lights. A sense of adventure stirred my heart, as I crossed the vast iron bridge, stepping onto an archaic cobblestone road. The transformation was immediate as I entered the old section of the city. Disappearing into a secluded street, I paused and looked down the empty street, illuminated by the warm glow of street lamps. Beautiful facades of buildings from a bygone era manifested their magnificence in the stillness of the night.
The night air was still, yet refreshing as the occasional wisp of wind caressed my face. Silhouettes of buildings contrasted starkly with the warm glow of street lamps which reflected the water glistening off the ancient cobblestones that lined this well trodden path. The scent of rainfall still remained in the cool air. I paused and stood for long moments contemplating the beauty of the archaic buildings, beautiful to behold in the stillness of the night. I could faintly hear my breath in the silence, which merely added to the beauty of that which I beheld before me.