It was an ordinary sunny day in the land that is almost forgotten. On this day, in the place where dwellers tend to get lost and where souls gone astray are sometimes found, the sun was shining a tad brighter, but apart from that, the only sound was the whisper of the wind.
No one, not even the birds, knew of the fundamental goodness this day would bring. There was no sign that the day would deliver something mundane and necessary as the air we breathe, something that cannot be commanded or demanded. It was love at first sight.
The blue sky cast its sights on the red curves of the sand dunes and even though this was a common everyday sight, this day, the palette was a mixture of saffron and burnt orange with splashes of caramel. It was brighter than any other day, almost revelation like.
At this perfect moment, a monumental shift took place in the universe, and the red sand dunes looked up to a clear as crystal blue sky. It was combination of light cobalt and faded cyan.
In perfect harmony, their hands touched, to seal a love with the promise of forever. It was perfect. They were made to co-exist in perfect synchronization and be beside each other, holding hands every passing day. It is the perfect love affair between two elements – the skies blue and the saffron orange forms the perfect combination.
The most unfortunate thing happened that halted the, what seem to be, whirlwind romance. The ocean felt unwanted by the sky for just easily falling in love with someone else, so different to them. How can sky do this, they have so much in common, with their matching blue-green and speckles of white. Jealousy sets in and ocean calls on fog to set out into the desert.
Fog obeys and separates the two lovers to fulfill their life’s destiny. Slowly but surely shrouding their loving gaze. The skies’ heart is broken and filled with despair. There must be a way to get them together again, but the question, how do this, remains.
Sky called on the wind for help, desperately screaming with angst and heartache, yearning to return to his heart’s desire.
Meanwhile, satisfaction had set in amongst the plants. They drank thirstily on the drops of goodness brought by fog, quenching their days of thirst. Devouring eagerly the blessing brought upon the day.
This was of short duration with wind whistling to announce its arrival and bring and end to the misery. Angrily blowing, a whirlwind of twists and turns, and loud echoes demanding fog to leave immediately. Higher, and with more force, like a beast beating on its chest.
Fog obeyed, scared of what may happen, and leaves quietly, disappearing in the horizon, bringing happiness and joy to two lovers, happy to be together, embracing and nonchalantly holding hands. The Namib Desert has a love song to sing for it has found meaning to exist.
Sun smiles upon the “Romeo and Juliet” scene below, slowly walking away to take a nap, while sky prepares a perfect romantic setting with thousands of candles and a disco ball to light up their dance floor.
Jessica Thomas is a local freelance writer. She is an eccentric young lady who has a love affair with writing. Get on board her journey of discovery.
