Flying Low

A simple walk down an unknown road, radiating a mysterious energy, pulling me towards an unseen destination. I surrender to this feeling quickly, which I have experienced many times before, as these tiny adventures remind me what life is all about.

The twists and turns that led me here cease, revealing the slow-paced hustle and bustle of a rich market life reality, kissed by the last rays of the distant sun.

In these unplanned moments, I truly understand that it is time to relinquish the control I thought I possessed, becoming powerless to the destination I find myself immersed in. 

To be at peace with not knowing the answers to the many questions circling overhead. As these answers I seek may be invisible to the eye yet understood by the soul.

The energy that surrounds this busy little seaside market is immersive, almost like life itself. Problems come and go; laughter drifts on the warm breeze, lovers walk hand in hand, while others argue about what will be forgotten tomorrow. At this very moment, this place is a perfect tiny slice of the world and life, in all its glory.

The subdued colour and drawing texture of this local market consumes me in its untold beauty. You see, I leave with the warm memories of the moments spent there, yet I leave with far more. As the imprint of what I experienced while watching the world go by will stay with me like a friend willing to remind me that sometimes life’s most spectacular moments are, in fact, the simplest. 

So just for a moment, all I can do is accept that the energy surrounding me is my guide to a place where I need to be.