there is a quiet admiration.

she casually abandons her flip-flops and walks in the sand; without a care in the world. undeterred by its unhealthy complexion, she sits with the sand and allows the gentle sea breeze to flow through her hair; long silky hair that moves gracefully like a flag in the wind. she sits, unfazed by the heat, in the glory of the sun; she hides not from its rays. she cares little about the things around her; the smoking charcoal, the loud noise that is our cheering and jeering, friends calling out to her, the kite that flutters on in the tree; long forgotten and destined to adorn the pit forever. these are all futile attempts at disrupting her quiet contemplation and recollection; the rustling leaves have drowned out all these empty sounds.

uninterrupted, she gazes far off into the horizon and is lost in her own thoughts; her own world. and at that moment, i realise how beautiful she is. she is one with nature and nature is one with her. and that to me, is beautiful in itself. and such beauty, is beauty worth admiring.