Find Our Way Back Home.

The three of us, mother, dad and I* were walking along, in the bright sun, on a dry day. We were on a long stretch of road, completely lost, in the middle of nowhere. In a foreign country, where we knew no language to speak and our way back to the hotel - well we couldn't find it, nor the words to ask a passer by. We all started to panic, mom started to whine at dad, he got angry and threw his sunglasses, shouting obscenities at the humid heat. Then we saw a pretty bird in a tree, and forgot everything. The tree was tropical, something that would only survive in a hot country. And the bird was beautiful, blues, reds and yellows, I think there was some green too. We all stared at the bird, searched for words to describe it's beauty, but there were none. Somehow it gave us hope, dad stopped shouting, mom stopped whining - and suddenly this walk wasn't boring. It didn't matter that we were lost in that moment, all that mattered was that everything was beautiful once again, and we all knew we'd find our way back home.

-14th December 2011

 *Random line of a book I need to find out the name of...