Category: Literary Compositions


Imagine yourself to be among pristine white surrounds, on the glassy surface of an ice lake. The vitreous glaze glows with a heady radiance that feels so ironic on a cold winter’s day. The ice liberates you from the wearisome clutches of friction; farewell to the mundane walking on predictable ground. Amongst the serene backdrop of silhouettes of willowy trees, snow-topped mountains and city skyline, you are gliding along, graceful and carefree, atop the vitreous veneer that conceals the cavernous chasm engulfed with infinitely beautiful lattices of countless snow crystals. Each crystal has its own unique multi-faceted character, seemingly negligible as a sole crystal, yet united together, form the majestic natural wonder for your feet, eyes and soul to float, feast and fathom upon.

One day, when I’m in a sufficiently cold enough place, I will experience this daydream… And Snoopy makes my heart melt!

In July, 2009, my brother sent me an email about a competition offered by totaltravel.com entitled: “Win a family holiday in Canberra! – Wrapt in Canberra”.

Apparently, ‘wrapt’ is the archaic form of wrapped. Perhaps it is implying one needs to be bundled up with >10 layers, or a pun to being ‘rapt’ in the city.

The question to be answered was this:

“What’s your favourite winter experience in Canberra? (50 words or less)”

Now I thought that was quite a funny question because winter in Canberra can get pretty darn piercingly cold, and I remembered when I visited for my brother’s graduation for his undergraduate degree, it was quite a bleak and desolate place when the icy winds engulfed the town. Nevertheless, I thought I might get my creative writing juices flowing and went ahead with this entry:

Canberra’s beautiful scenery is shrouded in an aura of mystique as the misty fogs waft through the maze of mountains, architectural masterpieces, and national landmarks. The tranquil streets impart a bittersweet enchantment as the wintry winds sweep through; a uniquely mysterious beauty no other Australian capital city can parallel.
(49 words!)

Now perhaps it was the slightly melancholic words ‘shrouded’, ‘fogs’ and ‘bittersweet’ (Canberra does look slightly dramatic/melancholic in winter…can’t deny that, but melancholic drama often has a lot of depth…), or the slightly wild and abstract undertones, but I didn’t win. Well, I thought I might use this as an easy post to this much-neglected blog of mine (it takes a long time to write an eloquent and crafted prose!). Nevertheless, I got to visit my brother and his fiancée during a more hospitable season (summer! But it was still cold!) at the end of the year, and had a great time :).

Today, nay, tonight, as I traversed through the way back home, I gazed in awe at the beautiful Moon. It was the same Moon that I had seen for 19 years: full-round and circular, and emanated a silver aura down to the dark Earth below. But that was not what was of marvel … it was the wispy veil of clouds, shrouding across the Moon, that imparted it with mysterious beauty.

Moonlight imbued through the patch of clouds, like a glowing mother-of-pearl with the brilliant gem (the Moon) residing so preciously within. I continued walking, and the skies transformed yet again. This time, the pearl was swept awash in a fluffy, satiny gossamer, like the remnants of the trail imprinted by a gown’s train of the goddess floating across the skies.

And the heart,
Stretches far across the expanse of the sky.

Leaves on a tree,
May touch and flock together,
Shielding one another from bitter winds,
And rest in serene unity in still air.

Yet each one has its own unique beauty,
That belongs to the leaf, solely.

Troubles, like the turbulent river,
Tumble over the rocks,
Continuing on their everlasting journey.

Sunsets,
Harbingers of the end they are not,
But the start of something great and new.

When I listen to the radio, I have a marvelous time appreciating the beauty of music. After a long spate of mediocre songs, though, I get a little frustrated that there aren’t any good songs broadcasted. But then, unexpectedly and much to my delight, a song I like is played, and I relish in the magnificence of the song. So I thought to myself, why don’t I take note of all the songs I liked and played them on demand on YouTube, so I won’t have to endure the unexceptional songs? With that, I set off to indulge in some music orgy. But it seemed like the songs were somewhat lacklustre from their usual selves, it just didn’t quite climax and send shivers down my spine like they did before.

 
Then I realised why. Without the many mundane, insipid songs that I had to tolerate, the good songs didn’t seem special anymore.

Perhaps it’s not good to have everything you want. Perhaps it’s better to live through the humdrum of mundane life, and when something beautiful comes along, the intensity of its beauty and novelty will be magnified luxuriantly. So when you feel dismal about how routine and uninspiring life is, just be patient and bear with it, great things will come. There will always be a part of me longing for something, missing something, but I’ll be reminded of this analogy and understand that without the dull monotony of the everyday, the rarity of wonderful things will go unappreciated. 

Bittersweet Symphony by The Verve

I just had this sudden urge to go hiking up a mountain under the moonlit starry sky. It’s a shame walking around at night is a ‘dangerous’ risk to take in Australia. When I was a child in HK I had fond memories of roaming around the city and natural places at night with no fear. I even remember hiking up a hill, making a stop at this fluorescent-lit house (houses are rare in HK).

How I crave to relive the joys of wandering around and engulfed in the mysterious shrouds of darkness without a speck of trepidation. A beautiful, serene, exhilirating experience, to walk up a mountain when the sun and creatures, who usually so harshly shines or eyes, have been doused to sleep. Where palpable objects become indiscrete shadows, where sounds are amplified tenfold, where there is the rare occasion (one that daytime does not permit) of simultaneously experiencing both ends of the spectrum of stimulus: of the intense allure of the moon, to detecting the most subtle nuances of the dark, unfamiliar habitat you have intruded upon. Where all surroundings seem inextricable, everything falls into its place, is one with the universe. Alone, yet invigorated, while relishing in being one of the few individuals still awake and blessed to appreciate such a thrilling yet uncanny atmosphere that only the hours of darkness offer.