We are lounging on reclining beach chairs, staring at the ocean that stretches beyond one’s comprehension.
Waves vie with each other to play tag with the beach – the younger waves, smart and nimble, as they compete with each other in a race that has no end; the older waves, sedate.
The sun, which was a bright yellow ball till a few minutes back, slowly takes on a warm orange hue that defies description. Within this beautiful orange are a million shades of pink, red, yellow and orange.
The clouds form molten orange streaks across the sky, basking in the sun’s reflection. The sun’s outline can now be seen, a huge golden orb that is moving down the horizon.
Silhouettes of birds dot the sky. Faraway coconut and palm trees sway in the evening breeze.
The waves catch the reflection of the golden sun and throw up a stunning light display on the water’s surface. The play of colours is superlative.
We settle down with refreshing milkshakes; to ponder upon the mysteries of nature – of the indefatigable ocean and the dancing waves.
In a matter of minutes, the sun slips out of sight into oblivion, into other faraway lands. The crickets set up their nightly chorus.
The waves are calmer now, winding down for the day; for the same cycle will repeat tomorrow, and bring with it another day full of promise.