Sometimes I feel as though there exists beyond the borders of our world a parallel universe, or perhaps the pristine model of the physical world that we live in, and every once and awhile the curtains part and we get to glimpse her.
I talked about an incident like this in my first novel where I incorporated a very special moment that I had on a beach in Nova Scotia. It was a moment that was like something out of "Brigadoon", a fabled land hidden in the mists of time.
I was walking on a beach and the day was sunny and clear. There were two children building sandcastles, laughing as the tide moved in and re-arranged their creation. There were fishing boats on the beach, blue, red, yellow, pulled up onto the shore, like ornaments. As I walked along the sand the weather changed quickly, as it does in Nova Scotia. I watched, incredulous, as the mist moved towards me obscuring the ring of houses on the cliffs around the shore, hiding the road behind me, muffling the sound of the cars whizzing past.
In a flash that world was gone and in its place there emerged a world of wonder, which was quite unearthly, The droplets of water on the waves that crashed onto the shore looked like diamonds, each one distinct and glittering. The ocean herself took on a different hue and there emanated from the waters a powerful smell of perfume, spicy, exotic and yet pungent with the smell of roses. The quality of the light changed so dramatically that the fishing boats themselves glittered more strongly, brighter yellows, reds and blues, and I felt as though I was in the embrace of something quite magical.
The moment seemed to stretch into infinity, but then as suddenly as they appeared, the mists departed again. The houses could be seen, the cars could be heard, the ocean resumed its predictable flow. And the magic was gone.
I feel that these moments are happening with greater frequency now.
I talked about an incident like this in my first novel where I incorporated a very special moment that I had on a beach in Nova Scotia. It was a moment that was like something out of "Brigadoon", a fabled land hidden in the mists of time.
I was walking on a beach and the day was sunny and clear. There were two children building sandcastles, laughing as the tide moved in and re-arranged their creation. There were fishing boats on the beach, blue, red, yellow, pulled up onto the shore, like ornaments. As I walked along the sand the weather changed quickly, as it does in Nova Scotia. I watched, incredulous, as the mist moved towards me obscuring the ring of houses on the cliffs around the shore, hiding the road behind me, muffling the sound of the cars whizzing past.
In a flash that world was gone and in its place there emerged a world of wonder, which was quite unearthly, The droplets of water on the waves that crashed onto the shore looked like diamonds, each one distinct and glittering. The ocean herself took on a different hue and there emanated from the waters a powerful smell of perfume, spicy, exotic and yet pungent with the smell of roses. The quality of the light changed so dramatically that the fishing boats themselves glittered more strongly, brighter yellows, reds and blues, and I felt as though I was in the embrace of something quite magical.
The moment seemed to stretch into infinity, but then as suddenly as they appeared, the mists departed again. The houses could be seen, the cars could be heard, the ocean resumed its predictable flow. And the magic was gone.
I feel that these moments are happening with greater frequency now.