A Piece of Paradise

The sky this morning is under my feet, for the sky here is not hopelessly blue as in my country. Here, it generously rains itself into the ground and grows back velvety green. (The second I finished this line, the sun came out!) Well, I will not take my line back since Scotland across me has decided to be veiled in misty mystery like a dreamy oriental woman.
Birds around me underline the spiritual depth of silence with their harmonious, colourful songs. I raise my eyes for inspiration and a diamond gently held by crossed weeds shines in the sun. The sun surely wants to play a hide and seek game with me on this spot of the universe. Dew and sun! So many liquid diamonds to treasure with your eyes and keep safe in a secret corner of your memory!
Still spiting me, the sun, now hot on this side of the shore, stretches his arms and indecently tries to unveil Scotland which resists him like a shy young girl. Insisting still, the many armed ball of fire darts his hot rays through my clothes and forces me to take off my coat. I complain to a green ladybird which ignores me and goes on. I walk back to Bowness, my shadow on my left side and the sun above my head.

Bowness on Solway, April 4 2002
Hafsa Bekri-Lamrani