i shall attempt to describe
i dont take many photos of things unless I want to share them but I want to share this, except I did t have my phone at the time so I shall attempt to describe it.
It was June, and I was on holiday. I had gone with my Scout troop to Denmark (I know, snazzy) for our summer camp. The days had been miserable the first few days, a veritable flood of water, but on the third day the clouds cleared off and me and my friends awoke to the warm sun on our backs.
We ate and played and did our chores without complaint; it was like the whole camp was sunny and smiling. We were on a part of the campsite that overlooked the lake leading to the ocean, and much of the day was spent laughing a joking and watching the crabs, catching them and fishing up the empty shells. We all were giddy on freedom, and it was so beautiful- long, lazy days by the sea, dipping our feet and idly chatting, playing tag and battling with driftwood.
On the fifth day I had just finished washing up dinner, as I had dismissed my patrol to go and have fun. For ages I had heard them having fun and skimming stones off at the sunset while I cleaned up. The lake was reflecting the most gorgeous sunset and the breeze was cool and warm- it was a perfect evening. When I finally joined them they were doing a competition of sorts- a talent show. None of the adults were around, so kids danced, juggled coconuts, sang duets and climbed trees. Eventually, a boy dragged me up and they all chanted for me to show a talent, so I did something I hadn't shown any of them before; I sang.
It's a simple song, quite impressive, and I will not deny that I am an excellent singer. When I finished, every kid on that trip was staring at me wide-eyed and I got a standing ovation. Kids in grass clapped, kids braiding each other's hair had stopped and one kid fell off his tree branch (he was fine). It wasn't a jaw dropping performance, but I think it was more the shock of hearing the likable big sister of the group, who did odd jobs and was always warm and inviting to all the kids, annoying or not, actually have a skill so many desired that she used so infrequently.
When I looked to the adults tent, I had caused quite a stir. A few leaders were there watching and, when most kids had long since gone to sleep, and the cool night air was tinged with the first drop of cold, a leader approached me and showed me a picture he had taken on his high-resolution camera.
It was me, albeit from a distance but still clear and sharp, haloed in bright golden sunlight so it was hard to see me. He had snuck into the back of the group to take the picture and slipped off. I had my eyes closed, my face was calm, and I was surrounded by the most gorgeous pastel sunset, painting the skies pink and gold. Leaves were just visible and a few fallen petals were dusted behind me. You couldn't get a better picture of me anywhere. It was just me, lost in a picturesque sunset that crowned me the winner.
I think about that photograph a lot, and even now, many moons later, it remains my favourite memory from that trip, or any trip i have ever gone on.
(for those who wish to know, the song was Mama Who Bore Me from the musical the Spring Awakening)