THE SUMMER MADNESS : MODEL BOATING REGATTA 2010
A VIEW THROUGH THE PORTHOLE OF TIME
A VIEW THROUGH THE PORTHOLE OF TIME
THE SUN WAS bright on the water, and its glare made faces obscure.
A little child, was, wide-eyed and wondering what it was all about. She was freshly washed and clothed and had some flowers in her hair.
She was keenly observing everything, as children do, without recording too much. Her eyes were sparkling, and she did not quite know what to do, whether to cry, to laugh or to jump.
The lake was peaceful and still.
When walking round the lake, once again there was deep silence and that peace which comes when all things are alone. The lake was so still, that it caught the sky.
A bird flew silently by. The bird began to sing on the other side of the lake, and the song was clear and penetrating.
The sky was serene and blue. Many hundreds of feet below the sky there were people who were enjoying themselves, watching boats sailing on the water. Families would come and go, charmed at the rare sight.
Late spring flowers, their fragrance filled the air.
By the lake some people were waiting, anxious to talk things over.
