The Veil of Vincentia

I gazed up at the twinkling night sky. The standard blanket of darkness was instead dotted with millions of miniscule lights. Heavenly bodies emitting their glow; indifferent to the new year upon us.
"There's Orion's belt" I point out.
"Really? thats cool...coz this is actually called Orion's beach." A reply that makes me somewhat glad for my slight recognition for the constellations.
The cold hard sand eventually seeps through and numbs our derrieres, supporting our tired bodies post midnight until we can no longer face the cold breeze and return to the comfort of shelter.

The beaches were gorgeous down in the Jervis Bay area. The unbelievably white sand constrasted against the clear aquamarine blues of calm clear waters on the bay. The joy of dodging waves and having the occasional slap of the tide over your head cannot be replicated elsewhere. Large intimidating waves would be followed by warm foamy aftermath in which I revelled. Splashes, salty water, stings, smiles.

My short break with the A-league was truly relaxing. It seemed like a lot longer than a mere 2 days. There was a full house who fed on - naturally a gourmet cuisine both nights, merry game playing read: boogle and the hilarity of bluffing your way through words in balderdash, mango smoothies and delicious salads at the hyams beach cafe, beach tent folding dilemmas, healthy tans, windy sand dunes attacking every pore of your skin exposed at sussex inlet, warm chocolate cookies shared by all and even (for me) the consolatory and mind-clearing morning jogs along collingwood beach to the sand bar at huskisson.

Now what we all dread. Work. Next week. Same time as usual.
Where are you reality-eliminating -holiday?


In my mind, we were forever. But it was not to be.
The circle of safety is broken...now we are free.