Weaving Tapestries, Painting Pictures, Dreaming Dreams

I love winter in Kuwait, it is a time of blue skies and deep blue seas, migratory birds on the many beaches, breath taking sunsets through the clouds and a not unpleasant chill in the air. Some days are dismal and cloudy like today, when the sky is covered and grey and the sea is like greyish white jelly or there is a windchill factor that can freeze your very bones, on such days it is nice to stay warm and cozy at home and dream of the days when the world will be blue and green again, or go through the pictures of such times, taken during walks on the beaches or the promenades, or sitting by the still, almost glassy blue sea.
When the sea gleams like a gem in the distance, its attraction is irresistible and even the laziest mood is thrown off like an unwanted, cumbersome cloak and with a new found sprightliness we head towards the beaches. Its colours differ, ranging from the blue green turquoise, to sapphire and the darker shades of lapis lazuli. Most days its waters stay tranquil lapping the shore in gentle waves.

A very few times during the year, mainly in spring or autumn, it becomes choppy, then the waves rush to the shore in mad excitement like wild animals let loose, they jump and land excitedly on the shore splashing cooling spray all around. There is an excitement in the air, the sea turns a strange green colour and one wonders what goes on in Neptune’s kingdom. Sitting by the sea, absorbing the atmosphere around, it is easy to imagine the flurry of activity below the water; perhaps Neptune is in a hurry and the waves are created by his horses rushing through the sea bed as they pull his chariot,or it is a special occasion and all the creatures of the deep, not just the fishes and marine life but also the mermen and maids and water sprites and other spirits of the sea are hurrying and scurrying around running errands and making arrangements, perhaps for a great celebration. At such times it is hard to remember how calm and glassy the sea is most days, twinkling with golden stars scattered generously by a munificent sun or in the night gleaming silver, with a treasure of moonbeams dancing on the ripples, when there are more stars in the sea then in the urban sky, whose starlight is absorbed by the cities bright lights.