Standing on the sandy beach of an unfamiliar shore,
as I look out to a sea that I have never laid eyes on before,
I look around me, and out to the horizon beyond
to attempt to identify where my mind had chosen for me to abscond.
I was only this evening day dreaming about a place like this:
a beautiful beach, a twilight hour, a moment of overwhelming happiness,
but that was just a fantasy, an illusion, a made-up facade;
however, right now it feels more like I am standing in a holiday postcard –
unable to speak, unable to move, and unable to move away
from being witness to the beginning of what appears to be a brand new day.

As I stand and wait for someone to come, or for something to happen;
at that exact moment my attention is instantly drawn to distraction
by the feeling and by the sight of falling rain drops on me and on the ocean,
and, like Shakespeare’s three witches while mixing together their magic potion,
I heard myself say: ‘Double, double toil and trouble;
may the Fire soon burn, and the caldron bubble.’
‘Where am I? And what am I doing here?
I am obviously dreaming, but why must I be soaked through and so bereft of cheer?
As I continue to stand unmoving and unhappily in my place
I feel tears start to form and begin to stream down my face,
but what are such worth in comparison to such rain –
an unstoppable force that is able to unknowingly instill in us such pain.
At the very moment, when I think to myself that I cannot stand no more,
the rain decides that right now would be a good time to cease its relentless pour.
As the sky above me clears a faint glimmer of something appears on the horizon,
and that is when a voice whispers to me to wish for something before the coming of the sun.
Although wet through to my feet I smiled to myself none the less,
and at the exact moment my thoughts and my emotions began to convalesce,
and as I began to recite to myself the last word of the last sentence of my wish
the door of creation opened and my words were diminished to amateurish.

As I was bathed in the golden veil of the universe itself,
I instantly felt my legs fail me, and I was unable to catch myself
from falling face-first into the sandy and salt tasting floor below me,
but for the first time since I had arrived here I believed that could finally see
where I was, and why I was here;
and at that moment I looked up at the sun and I was without fear:
I knew what I had to do, and how I was going to do it,
and in that instant I rose to my feet feeling more alive than ever, and with my face brightly lit
I proceeded to walk towards the light and to wade out to sea
not knowing to what end, nor to where what I was looking for would be.

As I walked further out to sea, with the waves now at me chest,
I looked around to the beach that I had just left and I was instantly brought to arrest
by the sight of someone standing on the beach in the exact spot where I had just been
and staring directly at me, and in that moment I realized who it was that I had seen.
As the sea deepened, and the water rose just below my head,
I remembered what the whisper I had heard had told me, and what I had said.
As I again recited my wish in the bathing light of the sun,
I closed my eyes and kept on going all the way to the horizon.

lux sit