Dry leaves crunched below my feet. Crickets chirped from their invisible hiding places, breaking the otherwise silent ambience.
Wisps of white flakey clouds were strewn across the glassy sky.
The mighty orange ball was sinking slowly, casting warm yellow and pink hues against the blue. A hornbill fluttered to a nearby tree as I made my way – the journey had just begun.
Peacocks danced around busily pecking the ground, oblivious to my presence.
I kept walking, for I had to reach my destination.
The green maize crop was gently lilting all in unison, bending towards the ground as if it were thanking the earth for nourishment.
Further ahead were mahogany trees with vibrant speckled flowers that looked as if they were very carefully placed at just the right places by an invisible hand. Amazed by the beauty but pressed by my obligation,
I walked on, for I had to reach my destination.
My heart skipped a beat as I entered a glade of eucalyptus trees spread across endlessly. A wave of nostalgia swept over me as I gave in and breathed the very familiar freshness of eucalyptus. I began running across the woods like a child savouring the sweetness.
The bark peeling off the trunk, an occasional leaf falling off, little specks of the sky breaking through the foliage – I wanted to freeze that moment.
I stopped walking and sat down.
Laying down on the ground, I looked up. The tallness of the trees didn’t intimidate me.
In fact, it shielded me from the things I feared.
I closed my eyes and captured everything within.
This was it, I realized.
Eldorado was not a destination
The journey was Eldorado.