We looked at the setting sun and decided to stop for the day. And now, a few minutes later, we were sitting on a small hillock by the sea, mulled wine in our hands, the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks on the beach only adding to the quietness of the moment.
It was truly magical, the sun almost touching the water in the distant horizon, playing hide & seek with us through the scattered clouds. It was a moment of peace, a moment of reflection, a moment of awe….Of the sheer magnitude on which Mother Nature operates, and how puny our ‘problems’ and ‘issues’ are in front of it.
We didn’t speak a word to each other. We didn’t need to….maybe because we knew that it would break the spell. So we just sat there, waiting for dusk to make way for the night, but wishing it were not so, that this sun would never set, for morning would follow the night, and we would have to start a new day.
A new day of fighting, of killing or maiming each other mercilessly, of the sand on the beach being soaked in blood, of clashes of swords, and cries of pain, of burning forests, and arrows falling from the sky like rain.
And those of us who survived the day till sunset tomorrow would again sit on this hillock on the beach, mulled wine in our hands, the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks on the beach only adding to the quietness of the moment.
Truly magical.
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Written as a part of Sue Vincent‘s weekly #writephoto challenge. The amazing photo has been provided by Sue herself as usual. Click on the link above to read other stories inspired by the photo prompt.
jagahdilmein 
Yes truly magical indeed. Words do break the spell and deprives one of the beautiful moment. Lovely piece.
Thank you so much Shilpi.
Its a positive thought that nothing no matter how horrific can detract from that magical moment.
Thank you so much Michael
For some reason, I thought of Troy. You made me feel sad.
I am so sorry, I hate writing sad stuff, but stories have a life of their own. I wanted it to end differently, with a satirical dig on the stupid reason for that war, but it just wasn’t feeling write.
I think you managed that, Anurag. Our violence and stupidity can reach their apogee, yet we will never stop the sun from rising nor erase all wonder from the world, even if we are no longer here to see it.
So true Sue.
The unexpected paragraph of war crashing into the silence was very effective. Nicely done.
Thank you so much Iain
A truly stunning scene. You quite highlighted the ” peace inbetween”.
Thank you so much Vivian
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Think you re-create very well that sense of stillness and uplifting beauty, within the chaos all around.
Thank you so much, that was a change of mood/tone for me, for I usually write nonsense humor.