In day two of Writing 101 we are given the following subject matter:
If you could zoom through space in the speed of light, what place would you go to right now?
It is accompanied by the following quote and seeing as I am a quote fiend of course it will be included:
A place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it most obsessively, wrenches it from itself, shapes it, renders it, loves it so radically that he remakes it in his own image.
– Joan Didion
I have a place I think about often. One of the reasons it bears so heavily in my mind is the fact I am not sure I will ever get to go there again due to being unable to fly. It is somewhere I have a ‘real’ love of, ‘love at first sight‘, it was intense, not just a far off country that I dream of going to and ‘imagine’ what it is like.
Where is this place?
Let me take you on a sensory journey, see if you can guess where I am.
My eyes are closed as the fans waft cool air over my naked body, causing goosebumps to rise, yet I am not chilly, I welcome it like a breath of fresh air against the surrounding cloud of warm thick atmosphere with which it competes.
The white linen sheet lays lightly over my feet, kicked off during the night as I sprawl in luxury unwilling to prize apart the windows to my soul, not just yet.
My mind wanders “for there is beauty out there such beauty to behold, food to eat, melodies to fill one’s ears, family to meet, love to feel and smells to excite”.
I turn my head, the rich dark wood slats are now opened, a glint of blue from lapping waters tweeks my senses to begin with “oh how I just want to be in there” sings my mind.
I lift my gaze to see a horizon of tropical flowers, heavily scented plumes, dark green lush fronds only to partially obscure the precipice of ‘the cliff’
That cliff, dotted by palms bent like old men from the gushing winds, I smile, remembering the storms, each year, tucked in our rooms, away from the danger. I remember hearing the whistling through the marbled corridors, the song of the monsoon seeping under doors, through window cracks just to remind everyone lest they forget that it is here.
It is time to eat, the air from the cliff blows the curtains to look like sails upon exciting voyage, the array of fruits and waffles so sweet fill my belly, but the sounds of gospel singers are the sweetest of all as they take one to a magical place in mind as equally magical as the place upon where I sit.
Naked feet now hop over white cobblestones “oh oh so hot” as I go towards the beach. The rolling smooth happy tones of locals always with a smile to greet, their voices to my ears like maple syrup is to my tongue. There is no such compare to friendliness as there is here, almost akin to a child’s innocent approach.
The day has moved on, the sands are white, the waves rise like a dominating hand only to crash upon another, sending frothy alluring sights before me, yet I know the dangers and resist, watching from afar those much braver.
Sky is now dark, chatter is all around. Twinkling lights adorn the skies roped from building to building. The music flows from steel drums then from bands, then from DJ’s. The crowds mill, the clank of dice hitting the foundations of board games by men huddled between trees that drape magical vines.
Smells of spices, sea salt and fried fish hit my nostrils, a burn as rum challenges my taste buds, the smoothness of macaroni followed by succulent fish exploding with crumbed or fried spices.
I feel alive, my body moves, I sway to the music. I watch as the older generation take each other politely hand in hand, escorted under a canopy to dance together whilst the youngsters play at the other end of the street. The children join in, there is no embarrassment, young to old all mill together joining in a moment of escape, no a moment of embrace, embracing life!
The end has come, swallowing heavily I try to stifle the tears. Hugs from family, it is goodbye, but never goodbye in my heart, for this place always felt like home.
Where am I?
If you guess right in the comments I will let you know! (grins evilly) Some of you who know me fairly well will probably guess quite quickly and I would love to know if I took you there ❤
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