A Moment Of Beauty

The soft, warming rays of the setting sun filled the sky with bedazzling allure. The seductive fragrance of Jasmine hung in the air. The sound of the surf caressed my sensitive ears, like angels cavorting across wonderous waves. It was an astounding vision, a moment of beauty, that only nature could create. One second too soon, one second too late, and all would be gone, forever.

In the blink of an eye, it would live and it would die, living on in my mind for all time. It was a work of art created by a master, with unnameable hues and soft, shifting shades of grey. And it might be the beginning or the end of the day, for all I knew. Who could say?

I was comprehensively captivated, enchanted beyond rhyme or reason, and I could not even be sure of the season. I stood and stared, totally entranced, by the tantalising temptress we call mother nature.

The moment was near, and getting closer by the second. My hair-trigger finger flexed gently, a hair's breadth from the means of capture. One click was all it would take, to ensure my day would end in rapture. Click, the day heisted.