Serenity

The day dawns warm and clear. Birds chip on leaves covered by a few drops while filling the air with melodic birdsong. The puff of wind is crisp and fresh, breeding new hopes and aspirations. The sun seeps slowly. The morning flurries of early activity as old-aged women go about their daily walks. The pearly glow in the sky dawns through my window as I rub my blurry eyes. I smell a nutty, smokey, herby aroma saturating the air while palates enjoy a hearty breakfast at 7 am. A mysterious shadow and a blue sky dappled with fluffy white clouds that gently drizzle throughout the morning. By midday, the sun shines perfectly on our melanin skin while the sun scorches the long roads. We sunbathe while a tender breeze flows in a stable hover, cooling our clammy bodies. The day ends with castings of shadows on the ground. Our faces are sun-kissed by the blaze of fire and the hug of the setting sun. The night settles in. The city lights brighten the tall buildings. The sky is covered in a blanket of stars while crickets sing a different song as if glorifying the beauty of infinity. The silence is interrupted by the barking of faraway dogs, but the sounds soften as the pale crescent moon looms large and is surrounded by an ethereal glow.   The morning’s activity is now a distant memory as our eyes droop shut. We explore as we walk through the fantasy and illusion created by our minds, our bodies unconscious and peaceful.

~ Shantey Moabelo