Beauty

The lake was so pristine and crystal-clear. No words could adequately describe the natural beauty and serenity that greeted me as I drove via the roundabout into the parking space just facing the waters. Simply breathtaking and mesmerising. It blended so harmoniously with the clear blue sky, only intercepted by the lush greeneries and neatly stacked houses on the land. The streaky clean white clouds floating carefree contributed to the picturesque landscape with perfection. Sounds of children's joyous laughter and sights of families enjoying their pushbike ridings together only added to the life and vibrance of God's creations.

I wondered to myself: Am I going to give up all these, once I pack my bags for Sydney?

I had made it a point to do some brisk-walking at the lake whenever I had my work days off. It had been extremely therapeutic, adding a touch of healthy glow to my sagging cheeks and elevating my endorphins to mood-lifting levels. As the gentle breeze caressed my face, I usually found my sweat glands adequately subdued, thanks to the perfect blend of cooling temperatures and warmth from the sunny rays. Along the path, I would be greeted by curious looks from the toddlers and friendly smiles of their grandparents.

I could not take my eyes off the expansive blue waters, which were always so inviting and calming. The ripples, still as a mirror, would be occasionally disrupted by the paddles of the canoes, the rumblings from the jetski or the daring acts of the wakeboarders. The lake served ideally as fishing grounds for the introverted young and old ones, as well as parking lots for the majestic yachts at the corner.

It was mentally and physically rejuvenating after some heart thumping and muscles pumping. Resting at one of the benches along the lake contours, I would sip my favourite fruit drink laced with loads of vitamins, read a book, or simply ponder upon my life and choices. I would spend a lifetime there before I have to move on.

This is perhaps one of the spotlights that I would miss sorely when I bid farewell to this land. The others would be its relative safety compared to the bigger cities and the sedentary pace. The last point may be a pusher at this stage of my (still youthful) life. Despite what some individuals may describe it as being the most boring place on earth, it is nevertheless a beautiful work of art by our Heavenly One, to be appreciated by its rightful inhabitants and those whose lives were touched by pleasurable memories here.

As for me, the restless soul, it would be a quest for yet another greener pasture out in the vast ocean.