Waking happy was the perfect way to start the day. With cheesy lyrics rolling around in my head, and the sun’s rays peeking through the curtains, I knew I was ready to tackle what lay ahead.
Oh, I was a sucker for sunshine.
Throwing my clothes on, and rushing through my chores, I grabbed everything I needed and settled into the chaise longue in the garden. With the beautiful chirping birds in the trees, and the buzzing bees working around the array of bright flowers, I had the harmonious sounds of nature inspiring my creative mind.
The words culminated on the paper, embracing the scenes that flitted like a movie through my thoughts. Time went by, but without the demands of social media or my phone, I barely noticed it. Hours passed, and my story flourished. It filled me with joy to take a time out from reality and focus on my world. I was content there, impervious to negativity.
Pink scattered across the sky as the blazing ball of fire lowered on the horizon. The warm air remained, and I soaked the last few drops of my serenity.
Today I was absorbing an abundance of positivity, reading the signs the world threw my way and interpreting them to mean something good, something worthwhile, something that made me chipper.
Besides, when the sun shone, it made for an ecstatic Winter.
That’s all I could hear, all I cared about hearing anyway. It didn’t matter about the happy cries of children close by, or the engines of motorbikes roaring so crazily. What mattered was that it was peaceful amid chaos. It was a juxtaposition and an oxymoron of its own volition.
Seagulls squawked, swooning by and diving beak-first into cartons of chips held in the hands of onlookers. Their dinner strewn across the ground; a free for all.
Harmony, as nature continued its marvellous wonders. Water receded up and down the sand, leaving its beautiful rippling pattern in the gritty, yellow shore.
The waves curled in the surf, white outlining the enticing blue water as it trampled forward. Empty, save for the daring birds sweeping in.
Rocks, weathered by nature, created the most natural water fountain feature as the sea crashed high, splashing the surface beneath like droplets of rain.
The sky was crystal blue, clear of any clouds, and the horizon in the distance met the sea in a blurry haze. The sun, warm like Summer, beamed upon the beach, illuminating its heavenly presence.
Happiness; there was no denying a smile on a day like today. Happy weather, happy people, happy writing.
What more could you ask for?
I sat atop a cliff, gazing at the beautiful beach before me. It was Mother Nature’s gift to mankind. The warm breeze danced across my face, as it enshrouded my body. Taking a deep breath, the scent of fresh, sea, air assaulted my nose. I was in heaven.
The calming, aqua sea glistened in the sunlight as the rays reflected off the surface. I smiled as contentment washed over me. This was my happy place.
I longed to take out my notepad, the heady concoction of nature beckoning the writing beast within. As I walked along the cliff top, ideas flooded my mind, the scenic location expanding my creativity.
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I’d hate to think how dull my writing would be, had I not experience some form of inspiration. As a writer, it’s what motivates me to continue. Seeing this exquisitely radiant beach filled me with an overwhelming sense of joy. What I’m trying to say is, inspiration is all around us. It doesn’t have to be something remarkably unique, you just have to look at it in a new light.
So grab your pen and paper, dust off those walking shoes you’ve shamelessly hidden in the wardrobe, and take a stroll. You don’t have to go far, but I guarantee you’ll find something worthwhile.