silence – A Fish on a Hill

Moonlighting…

October 20, 2016October 20, 2016 by Florence Dambricourt

At last, I step onto the terrace, step out of air conditioning and into real air. That feels amazing, especially with the wind getting crazy. I hear it against the building; it is not as strong as the singing in an harbour, though a nice start. That is the only noise, aside cars and air conditioning systems, and the night –in that in-city garden on the 27^th floor- suddenly becomes quiet and sleepy. My eyes catch a patch of moon light through the trees and I move closer, bathing my feet and arm in it. Impatiently, I turn my head, eager to see the smile of the full moon… and ended up facing an extremely bright display up on the close-by sky-scrapper. No idea building were moonlighting here…

The unexpected…

October 11, 2016October 20, 2016 by Florence Dambricourt

Here I am, following the flow but not any flow… the flow of hikers and sporty people; I recognize them easily at their shoes, fitness bib on the wrist, a quick pace and a bottle of water in one hand –at least- and they are all heading to the Peak. I was going to follow the tourist guide and take the climbing tram. I just could not find the starting point while there was no issue in finding the hikers flows… with them, there even seems to have no ending or starting point. Once the Peak reached, my legs kept going until the unexpected…a real path, in a country park, with birds singing, silence and isolation at times. So good to know there is alays the unexpected surprise coming our way when we follow the flow, just need to see it.

A “be invisible” silence

October 10, 2016October 10, 2016 by Florence Dambricourt

Airport floor and display glittering with lights and destinations; ticket in hand and passport checked; heading to the lounge floor for a step into the world of business lounges and more… As I enter the lounge, one thing strikes me… silence. I can understand the need for silence to pick up a phone call or finish a presentation, but… just there… on that Sunday afternoon, it was like a wrong silence. I looked around, chairs side by side, small tables like an outdoor restaurant terrace, free food on the buffet, welcoming smiles of the hosts, and still, there, that wrong silence… In the middle of the airport where all inches of floor are about movement, life, haste, dreams, goodbyes and comings back; a lack of life type of silence – a don’t make a move silence – a be invisible silence. I had stepped into another world; my feet treading a dangerous line; wondering what color this silence will create in my mind.