Lull before the storm

The impromptu trip during the summer was a fabulous one. It was almost perfect except...

In the silence of the night, the vicinity of the hotel transformed itself into an orchestra of dissonant sounds. The bang of a door, the footfall of guests returning to their rooms, a tap turned on, a flush of the toilet, a running shower, muted conversations and laughter and best of all, moaning from fornications. To go into a deep slumber was quite a challenge there.

Then the man and I both fell ill and were sick-abed for one whole day. Though I admit I was rather glad to be able to catch up on some sleep after the restless nights.

Despite the slight dampers, the trip was an orgy of senses with an unique play of colours of the breathtaking landscape. We are smitten with Santorini and I was most reluctant to leave and go back to the real world.

The holiday ended with a brimful of lull in my mind that eventually spills over into the whole of my being. Which explains my absence in this space.

Okay lah, simply put, I was slacking.

The breather prompted me to face a crossroad which has been lurking in the shadows even before my vacation began. I think I am too chicken-shit to choose a path and walk it down, fearful of the consequences my decision would bring and unsure if I am tough enough to bear them.

But I know as long as the choice is not made, I can never be at peace with myself.

I need strength and wisdom.