there was definitely

an atmosphere of nostalgia back there.

watching the sunset as we headed back to camp from a long recce trip up the mountains it reminded me a lot of the many sunsets that i used to watch down at east coast park back home. an easterner from birth i have seen sunrises and sunsets of many sorts in all weather.

but the memorable ones were spent with my loves.

those sweet escapades to the beach were common when i was just a small kid. together with cousin debra we always brought our spades and pails and cups and other odd shapes to create our very own sandcastles right there. just two cups of sand on top of a pail of sand was all that made our day.

that, was simplicity in the sunset.

running along the sandy coasts with fellow victorians by my side we kept one another busy with the nonsense that simply could not hold us down. pacing one another on the concrete pavements, friendships grew and soon that fraternity grew. just a pair of shoes with a VICTORIA emblazoned singlet was all that we needed.

that, was perspiration in the sunset.

sitting at the table with vjchoir and the burning aroma of food lingering in the air did set the mood for heart talks. despite the wild bridging and random standup games there was always a sense of organisation, even though it was not always accompanied with sanity. finishing the night with a song of unity and strength always leaves us speechless, simply lost in the mixed emotions. just a yearning heart and an intent ear just made that moment special.

that, was unity in the sunset.

when i am back, will i get to play with you in the sands?

will i get to run with you down the concrete footpaths?

will i get to have a hearty chat of all sorts with you?

all these i want to do in the orange glow of sunsets.