loosing yesterday

Friday normally is quite quiet and slow. In the afternoon I went to a nearby island and stayed on a boat until late night. When I went the sun was up and warm and the many that I see are brightly lit by the warm glow of the burning yellows. Since now I shoot on film I hurried capturing the interesting play of light and shadow around me. The warmth on the anchored boats in the harbor is beautiful and the golden little glows in the sea seem to dance in the wet waters. Repetition of a set of few boats anchored little far had my attention for sometime as the light and shadow that was skipping from one boat to the other was captivating. From a golden yellow the colour soon changed to a warm orange and then to a deep red and started to diminish her passion.

I kept the camera, changed to a swim shorts and jumped into the sea. The water was warm and deep blue since the boat was anchored in the deep side of the lagoon. It was fun to have a swim at sunset. The sun was not yet fully set as I jumped and I could see the deep scarlet frill of her dress as if she was falling down and vanishing to my eyes when I depart from the endless horizon. And as if her many little children water skiing in the vast waters follows her down the far distance and slowly diminish their glow and vanish beyond the ocean.

I came out of the waters when it was totally dark and only the light from the boat kept me known in the vast deep blue. The distant islands are a play of light in the dark of the night. Many tiny yellow orange and red lights glow and twinkle from the far distance reminding of life on the scattered islands. Coming out of the city is one simple way to read the many stories of the stars above myself. I read the story of myself, the story of you and the stories of them who dream far faraway. From the library of the heavens I could read only a few pages of a few books that I could not even lift or move. The night was still, empty, dark and deaf for it could not reply my many mysterious questions that I kept on asking. Numb stood the wind not dancing for there were no music that the seas could play today.

I kept wondering the loosing of yesterday’s somber hiss that dissolved slowly into the depths of the ocean.