November Morning, Out For A Walk

Out For A Walk

Sometimes I go out for a walk with the clear intention of exercising. However in my case it becomes difficult when a morning like today’s has so much to offer the senses. It was not a sunny morning. Its colors seemed to have been painted differently. The clouds seemed to cover the sky completely and the light it allowed to come through was one I hadn’t seen before.

I stop to listen to the waves. They speak softly as not to wake up the sea. I can hear the tired motor of a boat in the distance. I’m attracted to the lines that barely divide the beach
from the sea and the sky, its pleasant transition of colors.

Under a tree I find the sand carpeted by ripe tropical almonds. They probably fell with last night’s wind and rain. Their color contrasting against the sand catches my eye. I observe this in silence as if witnessing a miracle. I take a green leaf from the tree and symmetrically place a few of the almonds on it. I don’t know why I do it, maybe I wanted to express something , perhaps it was a ritual of sorts, an intimate celebration of the found colors, an offering.


I continue to walk on the beach towards the old peer. The Mountains are clear. They seem to rest from the usual whirlpool of clouds in which they’re usually draped on at this time.

Walking through the old peer I find an old dugout canoe waiting for his owner to return
him to the islands or some far away village. Do I have a fixation with these old dugout canoes, which seem to float in the air against the blue immensity of the Caribbean?

What started out as exercise for the body ended up as one for the soul. Healthy nevertheless! I will save the peace inhaled this morning for at any moment It can come in handy.