Time to watch the world go by, enjoy the sunshine, have a cuppa. The walk from Sandon Point passes the tent embassy, beautiful beaches, seal-like surfers and lovely houses nestled on the cliff tops. We have our favourite places - the Ann of Green Gables house, the D H Lawrence house where he wrote "Kangaroo", the ancient trees casting shadows across the tiny weatherboard cottages where miners lived in times gone by.
We fit in and join what others do, alike yet having never met. It's funny how we swarm and socialise all by ourselves. All doing the same types of things, echoing mannerisms and finding entertainment in the simple pleasures of life. There seems to be a relaxed mingling on this sunny afternoon. The smiles and hellos.
The curved tiled pattern on the path was a pointed invitation to follow the line. And they did - the little boy followed along, the father, the girl on the scooter and Richard.
It was not the sort of urgent socialism of 'we are a swarm with no single soul' following the line, nor was it the 'you cannot get through unless you walk the line' line, nor was it the consumer mindlessness of everyone else is doing it that is why I will too. It was just the fun and flick back to childhood moment where no one else is there. The dreamy thoughtful bare-souled moment over all too soon then back to where we are.
Thank you to the people who thought to put it there - for no purpose but to be contrary and imaginative. Thank you for the chance to play for just a while. I am looking forward to finding other-landed windows in places over-seas. I will let you know when and where I find them.
Fun to follow the yellow brick road sometimes. Who knows what realms of delight and imagination it may lead to?
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