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February 12, 2009

Love story competition entry: A love affair with life…

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Table Mountain sunset, photo courtesy Lollie-Pop

Sometimes a day comes by,
suddenly rushes into you,
takes hold of you until you are consumed by the fullness and beauty of that day
Such a day was yesterday.

At the end of this day I looked over the world from a Mountain
clothed in mist
surrounded with space
I remember thinking then of the simplicity of silence
and the strangeness of the world down below
I was happy then
within the wide arms of the Mountain
and those around me
with joy dripping from our eager fingers
bright eyes and hearts
liberated

We climbed fast
with the wind in our faces
and the city clawing at our heels
left it all behind
walked into the belly of Table Mountain
until my warm breath, my wild heart
and the songs of birds throbbed in my ears
I welcomed the pain of muscle
the warm sweat trickling down my back
up we went
living creatures
and the sun and the mist and the sky and the sea
came and went
But the Mountain remained
within us
around us
above us

No person should say
I have not seen the plump pink flesh
of a Table Mountain watsonia
in the last of the day’s sun
They were all around us
within this land of wind and weather and weary rocks
we found ourselves drenched in mist
cradled by rock
It was then that my thoughts became like wind
and I smiled at the white silhouette of angels upon a rock
everything was simple
pure
perfect

There stands a hut below the shoulder of a rock
among wild reeds and stories of a hundred years gone by
faded photographs and the ghosts of the Mountain
legends and heroes and forgotten souls
watched over us as we slept
curled up under the stars and the shadow of a moon
We woke with the sun
and the morning was perfect

Sometimes a day comes by,
suddenly rushes into you,
takes hold of you until you are consumed by the fullness and beauty of that day
Such a day is today.

I am complete.
I am happy.
I am free.

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