A City Bygone

It was a beautiful morning. A day to make a memory. Looking out of the window, the world seemed laid back. The great Indian ocean painted in shades of turquoise with ships in the distance on a journey of their own. A volume of water, hurrying towards the rocks, uncompromising, recedes to try again another time.

Along the beach, a quiet row of vehicles makes their way. The trees, bright and green sway for the wind carrying a gentle breeze. Just next door is a temple, painted in white the dome shaped shrine is visible, the cannons are on the other side and a lighthouse in the middle; between war and peace stands a light, beaconing the path. The creator has painted a masterpiece.