I’m determined to start the new year with something. Not sure what, but a kind of change. So I’m rebuilding my blog.
I used to take time to sit down, and spread out the threads of experience onto the familiar livejournal interface. [shift]+[/] and a window pops up, ready to absorb whatever inanity that’s crossed my path. It wasn’t anything life changing, or theories or thoughts that could disrupt the world. Or even good poetry. But it was my space. And it was the only record that I have of who I was, the moment I inhabited, and it was frankly, quite good fun.
So here goes, another attempt.
I was expecting a spectacular sunset on 31 Dec. The setting was kinda perfect. Clear sunny skies, the horizon in front of my eyes, breaking sky and sea with a silver glittering line. But it wasn’t especially spectacular. Turns out my non-expert eyes were not quick enough to spot a thick branch of clouds hanging in the distance. So the sun disappeared without much call for attention. In pieces, behind an undistinguished body of something. But the moon was very, very round, and lit up everything so it looked like twilight till well after midnight. I think its face has changed somewhat. Used to wink more, and now it just looks more like a malevolent grin.
Everything kept changing colour everyday. The tide rising and falling changed the colour of the sea, from steely indigo to smooth green to childish clear turquoise to soft skin and everything in between. The monsoon clouds and determined sun coloured and streaked the sky as they liked.
Turns out 1 Jan had the most amazing day sky, no sunset or sunrise to speak of, but a gray confluence of persistent rain, light and heavy. And 2 Jan had the most amazing night sky. Completely black, to the point where the horizon disappeared and the sea and sky was just one thick drape of darkness. And when the moon rose from behind the small hill, fingers of light creeped up and grew like a white aurora.
I also realised I couldn’t see all the stars. I could only see a few close ones in my flawed retina, with halos and leaky brightness shivering them into pinpoints of existence. Definitely have to go for that eye surgery.
Lessons? Hmm.
Drama is unreliable. Cliches can only disappoint. Magic takes time to unfold. Don’t trust what you can only see.
I think I loved tide out more than in. I saw a green sea slug fly between rocks and dead corals. I didn’t know slugs could fly.