Days after your birthday party, you dream of every day being like that.
Weeks after a family holiday, you tend to think why we couldn't make these trips more often. Months after you find your life partner, you sit and wonder why it took so long to happen. Years after your first child is born; you hope every year would be as fantastic as that one.
Certain things in life are special that you hope will never fade from memory.
I didn't have a recent birthday party. It's been ages since I was out on holiday with my family. I'm yet to meet my life partner. And I have never experienced the boundless joy and excitement of being a father for the first time. Yet, I had all I could wish for in one day. A trip to the Peak District!
Now, put that down as hyperbole but only until you decide to find it out for yourself. The greenness of the grass spreads uniformly in the vastness of the land redefining beauty in its most intricate form.
The trees stand tall one after the other, like guarding angels of heaven, branching deep into the sky as if reminding us how small we are in their gigantic presence.
The sight of a flock of sheep amused me, for rarely in life have I seen any breed of animals in such large numbers. Quite strangely, they were a friendly bunch, not just among themselves but with everyone who made a visit.
They even posed in a few different ways like fashion models posing on a catwalk in New York, loving every minute of publicity they were given as they posed to my camera.
The Dovedale ducks found in the small ponds were a feast to the eyes. Their graceful moments along the water reminded me of the great Russian dancer Vaslav Nijinsky in his prime; both made good use out of their small physique to produce moments of pure finesse.
What caught my attention the most was the flight of the birds having an unusual curve when gliding to the ground, as if being dazed in amazement by a scene of sheer beauty; they showed appreciation for the surroundings as much as I did. Everything about the place was magical.
As Claude Monet, famous painter of the 19th century once said ''The richness I achieve comes from Nature, the source of my inspiration," his thoughts replicated my feelings as I drew inspiration in each passing step I made across the heavenly countryside.
Roger Federer's forehand, David Attenborough's voice-over, Friedrich Nietzsche's philosophical quotations, Beethoven's fifth symphony, Van Gogh's 'Sunflowers' and Ravi Zacharias' theological speeches, these naming just a few things that are as inspiring as Nature itself.
Tracing back to the first few lines, I dream of everyday being like this. I begin to think why I could not make these trips more often. I sit and wonder why it took so long to happen. And I hope every year would be as fantastic as this. I really do.
Jay, this is a wonderful post, and it was very nice to meet you this evening.
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