As I cast my eye over once more, the perspective becomes even more sensual taking my body into its hands. I make my way over to the shore and witness the waves rolling lazily inwards, gently dropping shells onto the lustrous sand. Silently, they invade the king’s hand, reaching forward to the distant line of sand dunes. Just then, where sand meets sea, a cool heavenly breeze walks past and gasps occur in the background. Then the intense beam shines once again.
My eyes walk around searching this blissful place. The authority of the blue uniform overlooks everything, even the pearl-white puffs are conquered by its expansiveness. My eye then incarcerates a truly stunning sight. A rainforest of umbrellas up like mountains, containing overwhelmed people, withstanding the king’s punishing beam. Many people spectating their acquaintances bathing in the metallic liquid. Just behind the rainforest of umbrellas, prolific, rich trees dazzle in the background. A grey rocky border outlines its mightiness.
Then the king slowly fades away sparkling gold, amethyst and platinum. As the dusk breaks even with the sky and the special scenery, the sand takes one step forward to liberation leaving the tide no option but to retreat. The troops also retreat to base in their tanks. Now, the beach looks as though it was always undisturbed. It is almost lonely without the screaming, playful children. There is such a big sigh as the last of the king creeps over the top of the sea. The beach is now spotlighted by the twinkling, platinum stars. The queen now produces its evening dress, scintillating as I look on.
Some of the troops have regrouped back at the tavern. Many mouths are relieved with ice-cold drinks. The atmosphere is cosy; the air is filled with friendly chatter. There are several excited people here, waiting for ‘him’. He comes here very often and his audiences are always looking forward to ‘him’
Then he arrives. “ding-dong” – 7:00pm, right on time. “The Music Man!” announces the host. He comes here everyday seeking income and general hospitality. There is a loud cheer as the curtains are drawn back. He is tall, has stubbles made up of thousands of tiny emeralds and wears a blue checkered shirt. He also has an embroided turquoise hat, which is always dancing to the heavenly, harmonical songs. His skin seems southern, a creased beige shirt, longed to be ironed. His clogs, clapping cheerfully at the melodious sounds, wanting to be heard. Then we have his guitar, now ageing, withered and lay under his fingers like a corpse. This has played so many ballads, been listened to and captured many hearts.
Then the soothing music started. The room is again filled with the most soothing, exotic sounds. Onlookers sigh and gasp in amazement. But this time it was different. As I glanced over I could picture the dark waves swaying with the music and making their way to the shore for a better look. Countless waves grouped up and danced to the shore, what a picturesque scene!
The time is now 7:30pm and the “Music Man” has gone into hibernation until tomorrow. Now all is quiet but for the sound of water splashing away. I spoke too soon. Now the rain has set in, earlier than usual. The sullen winds were soon awake pushing forcefully against the handsome palace. It whistled past my ears. Its presence felt by the sand, sea and the stars.
I make my way to my house and turn the key in the lock. My house stands tall over viewing the divine atmosphere. Inside, the kitchen, the centre of the house in every way, is always warm. Its gentle rosy glow seeping out and spreading throughout the house. My mum’s cooking always generates fantastic smells, some familiar, some age-old and some exotically new and different.
But for now the bliss world that enraptures me rests, until tomorrow when life will proceed back to normality.
