She sat on the soft white sand looking out towards the ocean. She closed her eyes and breathed in the salty air, tasting it. She could hear the distant cry of seagulls and the faint laughter of children. A soft breeze ran it's fingers through her hair. She thought about all the things in her life that had brought about change. They had sculpted her, molded her, shaped her, refined her
Pressed her and finally defined who she was today. She thought back over the years, short as her life up until then was.
Reflecting on the choices she had made. Wasn't It amazing that had she just taken a different path, "the road less traveled", choosing the other way, to think that her life could of gone in a totally different direction? Whose to say where it would of lead, what experiences she would of had, who she would of met. Shaking her head, as if to clear the fog, she realized, she didn't need to
Know the "what if's" . She was happy with the outcome of her life, where her path had lead. She was grateful for the choices she and others had made that got her to where she was that day.
She could feel the last embers of day gently caressing her skin, in it's last attempt to bring warmth to the earth. She opened her eyes and in the distance, against the twinkling golden water, she could see two little figures running towards her.
Giggling and skipping, their light feet barely touching the sand as they ran.
Smiling she got up, brushing the sand off her clothes and began to run towards them.
It felt good to feel the warm sand filter between her toes, to feel the wind lift her hair and sweep it into the air. She laughed as she ran, feeling young, energetic and alive.
Relish this moment, she told herself, be in this moment. As she got to her children, they flung their small bodies onto her with such surprising force that she lost her balance and tipped backwards, landing on the damp sand. The three of them lay there like that, laughing while the waves lapped at their bodies. She hugged them to her and smelt the sunshine and summer in their hair.
She thought If only every day could be as good as this...
copyright Bronwen van Esch 2010