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Solace In A Little Touch Of Paradise
Where strangers once more meet
It’s time for a sea change.
I hate where I live, stuck in a large capital city, amidst more than a hundred thousand strangers, surviving day in and day out, but never living. Eleven years in limbo, not a friend to call my own, I stay because here I have family, as small as that is, it’s still family.
But things have changed in my little family, members branching out and spreading their wings, relationships destroyed and trashed for better ground, while the family unit fractures, disintegrates to nothing.
It’s time for a sea change.
Amongst the carnage, I pick up the few pieces that are not shattered, broken and I pack them away within my scarred and aching heart, while separating myself from the agony. Packing the important emotions and feelings, discarding the rest, I head out of the big city towards a tiny tropical island, 6,500 kilometres away and pick up life anew.
The white sand and aqua blue sea, the sun rising and setting over the ocean, the sea breeze cooling the afternoon heat — my paradise and little slice of eden.
A welcoming change of pace to the big city life. An afternoon relaxing on the wharf, fishing line in hand and silence other than the seagulls cawing. A night…
