The aeroplane bobbed on the water. The spray shimmered like tears on the window, giant baubles of longing just waiting for something to happen or someone to notice.
The eyes of the passengers looked past, of course, beyond those round tears to skies tempered by clouds and waves ruffled by wind. They looked past the ocean to the islands of their dreams: white sand and wooden bungalows that had travelled in pixels from here in the Maldives to brochures at home. From there to the neurons of hope and excitement. Anticipation fired through their minds.
My eyes had their own tears, they noticed the spray.
With a blurring of motion, the propeller bled into charcoal smears and the aircraft eased us from the water. The droplets streaked across the glass before melting away to reveal the translucent blue circles of the Indian Ocean.
My mind tried to rest on those circles, to follow their contours, to soak in their solace. Yet against all the odds, it zipped away from these photons to a book from my childhood and a narrow, steep staircase in old Amsterdam:
“The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quite alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be and that God wishes to see people happy, amidst the simple beauty of nature. As longs as this exists, and it certainly always will, I know that then there will always be comfort for every sorrow, whatever the circumstances may be. And I firmly believe that nature brings solace in all troubles.”
― Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl
Well, then. Let the thoughts of the Maldives bring you solace from your troubles. However large or small you may feel them to be.
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