Weaving Tapestries, Painting Pictures, Dreaming Dreams

It was close to sunset when we left for the promised walk. Not wishing to waste anymore light we took a taxi to the seaside and started our walk from there rather than from home. February days, cloudy or clear are always beautifully pleasant and it is the perfect time to walk. The wind chill has abated and usually a pleasant breeze blows. The promenade was full of people, mothers out for a stroll, pushing prams with babies, while they brought each other up on the latest gossip, solitary joggers and walkers, families with children. The atmosphere was lively. As usual we caught glimpses of fishing rods and patient or perhaps simply lazy fishermen.

An Asian woman was pouring water from a bottle and it looked like she was pouring it into the sea. At this strange behaviour my daughter could not resist commenting “Yeah just in case the sea runs out.” In a moment we were chiding ourselves for laughing because she was actually pouring out fresh water for the cats that lived among the rocks. 

A little further we saw a couple walking briskly, both with their earphones on, were wrapped inside their own little worlds. It seems a shame that more and more people like to lock themselves up with sounds and voices only they can hear and lock out the voices of those around them. A walker went by smiling to herself. A little further on we passed another walker with a secret smile. 

A couple of boys appeared kicking a ball lazily on the grass. An Arab woman dressed in abaya and hijab, was smilingly attempting to fly a kite, with her little son looking excitedly on. it was a perfect photo op but I refrained out of respect for her privacy. Mother and child laughed as the kite fell to the ground. Sometimes words have to suffice to capture some moments. 

It was past sunset now, though it was still light and the sea was a lovely dark blue. A brightly lit pleasure boat that sails up and down the coast, sailed past in all its colourful glory.

On our right a few men lined up on the grass, and stood facing west, to offer the evening prayers, as one more day drew to a close. 

In the distance the brightly lit sails of Scientific Centre beckoned and it grew dark as it we reached there. it was a short walk but it left us with a pleasant feeling of contentment.