Her feet touch the sand...
She's taken her shoes off now she's at the river.
So still it is tonight and the moon's shine is lighting up the waters.
Slowly now, she walks along the shore...slowing down because her body's feeling tired and the softness of the sand beneath her feet demands a gentler pace...
She's walked a long way since leaving home. An hour or two maybe?
Her husbands probably sleeping now...fallen asleep in front of the telly.
Busy man. Working hard. Thinking lots. No wonder the TV soothes him.
Replaces his mind for a while so he can stop.
She gets it. She loves him. That's all.
She sits for a while near the edge of the water.
So much silence and stillness....where is everyone?
Inside their houses.
She knows the answer, but she still asks the question cos it keeps crossing her mind even after all the times she's asked it!
She still finds it hard to comprehend....
Why people are not out in the night feeling this place like she is.
She asks her man sometimes....
'Why is there no one in these beautiful places?'
And he'll say ....
'Cos of the mosquitoes. Or cos they've been there before. Or cos they've simply got other more important things to do...'
But surely they must crave it? Don't their souls and bodies need it.
The peace, the beauty, the air, the space?
'Not everyone's like you,my dear...'
She squiggles her toes in the sand.
Of course they're not.
She knows that and how boring life would be if they were...
But she still wonders about it ...why no one's here...
(continued next post)