The sun was warm on my face. The
sand stretched alongside me; decorated with broken shells, debris
and forgotten footprints. The debris lay around as though it had
been thrown over somebody's shoulder in disdain.
I could taste the salt - the
bitterness - blowing in the tired wind and I could hear the lost
cries of the sulking gulls and the echoes of happy laughter. The
waves sparkled and glittered playfully, splashing over my bare
I picked up the curved and twisted
shell at my feet. I placed the shell upon my patient ear and I
heard the magical voices of a thousand years. The eerie mystery
hanging in the sand dunes burnt my nose.
My eyes rested on the warm sunset
sleeping serenely on the sea. There are no words to describe how
I melted into that sunset, but I did and my heart leapt from my
chest, soaring in the rich colours. My skin tingled with warmth
as the vivid hues caressed me.
I felt as though I was drifting
through the vibrant shades. The colours twirled at my touch and
smudged delightfully as I smeared them. It was a beautiful
Gently, I began to spin and I
closed my eyes in pleasure. The warmth was inside me, pulsing and
singing soft lullabies. The strong shades of the sunset began to
fade gradually - slowly, softly, until there was only
It did not matter whether my eyes
were open or closed; it was just the same - as black as the key
to my dream-filled imagination. I began to worry, somewhere in my
brain, if I was blind or dying, but the peaceful feeling filling
my body hushed the slightly anxious voice. I glided into a
tranquil state of mind; an unperturbed trance.
My eyes must have been open,
because I could see words beginning to appear. Pictures and music
filled the spaces. It was exquisite. I was enveloped in vivid
dreams and vibrant ambitions like a jubilant dolphin swimming in
a sunset sea.
There was, however, an irregular
bubble of emptiness that my memories did not fill. I found this
intriguing and, as though I was hypnotised, I edged slowly in the
direction of the space. I extended my arm, my hand shaking
slightly. My finger-tips just brushed the edge of the
At some trice in time, it occurred
to me that the black was not mine to touch. Perhaps it was when
the colours vanished and the warmth ceased to exist. Or, perhaps
it was during that moment when I was falling. I do not know when,
but that is irrelevant as the what is very important. I was a
thief. A delinquent. A trespasser to a unique secret.
All this time that I had been
revelling in the colours and absurdity of the whole situation, I
had been intruding the sun. I had accepted the wonder in awe,
with no thought towards the sacredness of where I was and what I
was seeing. I had dared to touch the sun's jewel; the sun's
I do ot know if I was still
falling, as I could not feel anything. I was numb. I could hear a
faint ticking noise, though. It was strangely familiar. Steady.
Soft. Strong. Soothing. My heart matched the pace. Nine. Eight.
Seven. My chest rose and fell. Six. Five. Four. The noise became
louder as, slowly, my world became more real and clear.
Three. Two. One.