..this old man loves Fridays..he would normally rushed back from his morning prayers, have a quick changed of clothes..jogging shoes, t-shirt and sweat-shirt..patted the cats that milled around his feet..and off to the beach, 4 kilometers away.. Pantai Irama.. catching the sunrise as he arrived...
..ahh..a tryst with the sun..a meeting with the sea heaving its chest..and a lovers carress from the breeze..
..to walk barefoot as the waves slowly teases with its foamy crests...feeling the sand under your feet and your walk feels soft and springy.....a playful wind blows hair askew, and you don't care, as you try to avoid the waves that try to lap your feet..seagulls flew above answering with shrill calls the laughter of youths playing ball on the sand ..and you look to where the sea meets the sky, and a soft red orb casts its spell on you as it rises..pushing aside the clouds..opening the sky..
'hi, pakmat..hi pakcik..'
smiles bridging the sea..
no man, indeed, is an island..
..and later, on the way back, I would stopped for some nasi kerabu at Kak Jah...Cabang Tiga, Kubang Kawah...
.....the spread of various nasi that they had was enough to water this oldster's mouth..nasi dagang with gulai tuna, nasi berlauk.. gulai ikan or ayam, pulut pagi with red beans and grated coconut..and a variety of kuih..by 8 o'clock, a good crowd had gathered..at rm1.50 per packet, pakmat got his in a jiffy..being a regular..
..life goes on for this old coot..far cry from the maddening rush of old..it has more or less settled..like that sand on the beach of a calm sea..footprints left, lingered and vanished...shimmering in the morning sun..