If you know me, you know I love the outdoors. And if you’ve been following this blog for a while, you know that I prefer my outdoors to be cold, preferably snowy, and definitely not hot, let alone humid.
It’s hot in Israel right now. And very humid. All I feel like doing is connecting with an air conditioner. Oh yeah, and I’m in my annual 3 months of hectic, non-ending deadlines. As much as I love the outdoors, I can easily find myself inside for days on end, working toward these deadlines.
This summer is different though, both because I’m making some changing some habits and because, let’s face it, I was quadrupled dared to make extra time for my body this summer. I’m all for body care, so I couldn’t resist such quadrupled dare.
My commitments still fill most of my time now, and I am not complaining, for I chose these commitments and they enrich me intellectually. However, recently, I dropped everything for a couple of hours and went to the beach to swim down the setting sun.
Unfortunately, signs prohibited the swimming. The sea didn’t look all that stormy, yet it appeared that no lifeguard was in sight. I chose to listen to the sign.
Even though it was summer and Thursday evening, I had the beach almost entirely to myself. The weekend in Israel is mostly Friday evening and the entire Saturday, yet nowadays, many people have Friday completely off, so Thursday evening is a great time to celebrate. Yet, fortunately for me, only a few people came and went every now and then, with even fewer people were constant at one point of the beach stretch. Had I really wanted, I’m sure I could have found a relatively secluded place.
My timing was perfect. The sun was at its prime right when I approached, coloring the sky.
Outside, there was still light and I could clearly see the long promenade that carried my feet to the beach. Unending beauty. Then I noticed something I had never noticed before: the water was pink. In its reflection, the sun colored the sea as well.
Only the sand remained bathed in its natural color, slowly being covered by a blanket of darkness. I watched the sun diving inside the sea and enjoyed the light it kept spreading from underwater.
Once the blanket of night took over, bringing greater breeze to light up the heat, the cliffs surrounding the beach were lit too, only artificially, in pink and blue.
As the sun traveled to light up the day of other seas, my sea greened in blue. It was a deeper blue, as if it was filled with delight of a being who witnessed magic.
When’s the last time you witnessed natural magic?