You taught me to delight in life.

You taught me to embrace destiny, 

take chances,

to dream big, 

to give selflessly,

to love unconditionally.

With the dawn tide, soft waves enfold onto the sandy coastal strand, 

you, 

bare-chested & barefoot,

walk down the concrete path to the ocean.

As I stand behind braving the icy cold, 

you immersed yourself, 

calling me in,

I nodded.

Dipping your head backwards into the sea,

soaking your already thinning hair,

you laughter fills the bay.

As you raised back up,

the water, 

trickling through your brows, 

over your hazel and honey eyes,

as it trails down the sides of your face to your chin -

forming crystal beads at the tip, 

little droplets fall daringly into the ocean.

In that moment, 

the tiniest of fish surround your body.

Some nibble on your toes

whilst some take guard.

I walk to where the water kissed the shoreline. 

Wetting my toes as they sink with the surf

Slowly meeting you.

We spoke as we floated.

Our ears submerged beneath the surface,

listening to the grains of sand dance on the ocean's ballroom floor.

Listening to the humming of the depths,

listening to what our hearts felt .

In that moment,

we never spoke of death.

or

of what life would be like

without each other. 

//

The morning you passed

my life shattered.

The pain I felt then still lingers today.

I still wake between sleeps thinking of you...

mostly your eyes,

 and how they glistened so bright.

For you, 

I still make it at least once down to the ocean 

for a 5 am dip.

And when I see those little fish,

I think of you,

as if you are there with me.

As you are always

forever in my heart,

My Papa.

On this morning, I made my way through the hills and tucked away valleys to the Green Meadows - Green Market.

As I amble the stone-way paths, my senses awaken.

With the earth still a little damp from the early morning dew, the sound of soft chatter from other market-goers enjoying themselves as they indulged in Local cuisine & Venezuelan Empanadas lingered across the Market.

To the outskirts, small stalls of market vendors selling local produce lay in a row.
From Pineapples to Mangoes, Sweet Potatoes to Bananas, Cocoa to Herbal plants, it was quite hard to resist purchasing everything.

Yet,
hidden in between all that the Market offers
lies natures blessings & beauty.

If you looked,
you would noticed that the verdure had thickened
and the wooden Merry Go Round faded into the background.
Brilliant delicate orchids that were enfolded between the plants had perked up,
craving to be photographed.
Above,
a bright blue and green hummingbird darting,
feeding,
back and forth,
flower to flower.

If you only looked.
♡

There is an old quote that goes "One man's trash is another man's treasure." 

Well that surely was true for this piece I found.