As my visit neared its end, I couldn’t help but realize how fleeting time can be. It seemed like my experiences were insignificant, just meant for the birds. A smile that appeared genuine turned out to be nothing special. The lovely melodies of the birds became irritating noises, like hungry mosquitoes buzzing around. The footprints I left behind faded away, barely noticeable, as they went up into the sky with the birds. All that remained was a faint trace of their feeding spot.
The chattering lips fell silent, and a deep silence took over, as reality sank in. It became clear to me that it was all for the birds, as if a tiny voice whispered those words to me. The unique sounds of the Khoi language diminished, and even the clapping hands grew tired, becoming inconsequential. The impressive jumps, like those of a kangaroo, became as short as a frog’s leap. It was all for the birds, gone with the wind as they soared high above.
When I picked up my suitcase from the shaky wardrobe, I discovered it was filled with air bubbles, where sneaky mice had found a cozy spot to relax. I quietly watched, realizing it was all for the birds.
Sitting on my patio, sipping tea, I admired the birds flying overhead. Their various types and vibrant colors fascinated me. Their captivating beauty was unmatched, yet they remained free and unreachable, even by long-necked giraffes. Truly, it was all for the birds.
The floor I walked on was as slippery as a snail, covered in soft sheepskin. A voice within reminded me that, indeed, it was all for the birds.
As the day turned into evening, conversations grew strained, and emotions became tangled. Stomachs growled like broken musical instruments. When I counted the few coins left in my purse, I realized I didn’t have much. The eyes of a hawk followed me, sharp and hungry, like a crocodile in search of prey. In the blink of an eye, people straightened their rumpled clothes and bid farewell with synchronized gestures. It was all for the birds.
I lay down, raising my feet in the air, feeling as relaxed as a camel. A smile of disbelief spread across my face as I let go of the past, embracing a fresh start. I watched the birds chirping and soaring, breathing in the crisp air.
Truly, it was all for the birds, and I woke up from my enchanting dream. The whistling kettle on my stove alerted me that my cup of tea was ready. Sitting on the same patio, I sipped my tea with a smile.
Indeed, it was all for the birds!
Keep smiling
Holistic Hazel.
