The air around me was bound with heat. The sun beaming down upon my arms and shoulders, casting a cascade of oranges and reds in the setting sun over the horizon.
The past week has been dry with heat and slick with sweat.
I sit upon the sandy beach, picking out seashells that just so happen to stab at my feet.
I look out into the endless ocean, a horizon of colours, an endless motion.
I can’t help but wonder, if this heatwave is a lesson of life, or just a strike of strife.
How one may love the heat and despise the cold, however they know that with the change of seasons they must soon let it go
How one may despise the sun and crave the moon, as they stare into the stars above, telling them that they’ll see them soon.
Perhaps this heatwave is a lesson of farewells, or how it isn’t goodbye, it’s just see you later.
I sit upon the shore, watching the waves crash against the rocks
I look out into the fading red sky, the sun dipping behind my line of sight
I take it all in- every rock, wave, bird and tree. And every single shell I can see.
Maybe this is a lesson of appreciation
Like how a lover looks at his wife, aged with a long life, yet a smile is plastered upon her face, how her laugh somehow exudes an oh so defined grace
How a painter looks out at a scene, and sees colours so bright it blinds the natural eye
But to him, he believes he’s capturing the distant sky
Perhaps this heatwave is a message of appreciation. To be grateful for what you have, when and whilst you have it.
Whilst the world is still young and within your hand to hold
Before life takes its course, forcing a young soul to simply grow old.
The sun has now set upon the beach, as it dipped and dived into the gradually calming ocean
And although the night has changed, the heat still remains
Sticking to my skin alike the sand upon my thighs
As I begin to watch the stars glitter and glow within the growing blue sky
Maybe this heatwave is teaching us about change
And how nothing ever truly remains the same
Like how a childhood home by the river and trees, has now been demolished- the land used for mass companies
How a tree goes through seasons: Summer, Autumn, winter and spring, changing its leaves with the seasons just to simply fit in.
How love for someone may not last, only because life moves by oh so fast.
So, maybe this heatwave is a lesson of change
One which we’ll have to learn how to handle, by the time we reach the grave
The night has fallen into a rich shade of blue, the water black, a cool yet clear hue.
I sit upon the shore, with the waves lapping at my feet. The ocean beckoning me to go, for our two souls to meet.
I remain seated, as the heat still stands. The gentle breeze slows to nothing- almost as if the world is scared of breathing, in fear of something.
Perhaps life in itself is a lesson. One of bittersweet goodbyes which are simply see you laters.
One of gratitude and appreciations
A life of change, of farewells and thanks
A life which is extraordinary, and unique
Right down to each and every fact.
I sit still, absorbing it all.
How we as humans think we know what life entails
When in reality- we don’t know at all
So perhaps life is like a heatwave.
A rollercoaster of emotions
Of feelings
Of goodbyes
And changes
Perhaps life is keeping us on our toes
In fear we sit still for ages upon ages
Life is like a heatwave.
One we can predict but never know the density
One we can simply live through, experiencing its changes
And so I sit, reflecting upon the unique chance I’m now given
To live through this life, with passion and fight
And I’ll fight with all the heat I have left, to ensure all is right
And so now I say goodbye, to the beach and its sand
To the gentle waves now crashing upon its land
I bid farewell to the stars and the moon
Who light my way home
I take in the atmosphere thick with heat
Appreciating for what it is
And how i am gifted, and free.
I take in the changes that have occurred, and how the sunset has turned to night
And I remind myself, that It isn’t goodbye, its simply see you later- as I bid farewell to the night.
I open my door, my keys jingling in my hand
As I stand in the doorway, my feet covered in sand
I thank the heatwave that I have now experienced
For teaching me the ways of life
Ways and means I shall embody in my everyday routines
As I bid farewell to the heatwave
The seemingly everlasting heatwave
The one that set me free
And the one who made and defined who I am
The one who made me, me.