Resurrection of Dawn

I sat there watching. Fixated on the horizon beyond the ocean. The waves touching my feet and the sand clinging to my toes. Slowly and gradually the huge ball of fire lowers itself. Its time to immerse itself into the calm and serene sea.

The fisherman's boat casts an eerie shadow. The day's work done and rowing home slowly, the silhouette against the orange sky. As if an artist's masterpiece hung on the wall awaiting appreciation.
The sea gulls flying in unison and landing on the pier, sitting next to each other in perfect order. As if the muezzin has called for the evening prayers and the faithful congregated. The prayer missed my lips. The heart yearned for peace.

Can the calm and serene sea take in the mighty sun? I wondered. The fierce ball of fire that glowed bright and warm the whole day against the chilled waters of the sea. I wondered as the waves touched my feet. A riot of red, orange and yellow played on the horizon as if an angry painter ran havoc on the canvas.

Blunt brush strokes of brilliant colors without any form. The sun lowers itself graciously. The sea engulfing it as if it were a helpless corpse being lowered into the grave. The day died. Dusk takes over. The waves touch my feet again as if to indicate it is time to leave. Time to say goodbye to the day I lived. As if to tell that tomorrow is a new beginning. The ocean survives the dusk and prepares for dawn. For it will be the same ocean that will give birth to the new sun tomorrow.

I sat there watching. Defiant. Contemplative. And also vindicated. Waiting for a new life. Afraid that if I try to walk back I may step on a sea shell. Then night came and brought with it the anticipation of dawn.

A new beginning awaits...


(Photos by: Faridur Rahman Choudhury. Location: Aberystwyth,  Wales. Date taken: March 5, 2010)