A Night for the Senses

| September 15, 2009

On Tuesday night, I went for a walk on the beach but was not prepared for the intensity of a Palm Cove evening. You can’t see the animals; you can just hear them. You hear them making sounds that usually preclude someone being killed as they foolishly walk alone in a strange land. As I walked down the deserted walking path next to the hotel, I imagined being an exotic American meal for some strange animal or the victim of an Australian chainsaw killer. Once I got to the beach, the sounds from the forest and the thoughts in my head were just too much and my seaside stroll was short lived.

On Wednesday night, with my hysteria firmly in check, I once again walked down the deserted hiking trail to the ocean this time ready to fully experience the beach at night. I started by sitting under an Australian pine tree. The sea was amazing. The clouds covered the front of the moon but allowed the moonlight to shine straight down which left a thin sliver of light where the sea met the horizon as if a florescent light was lit just beneath the water. Then the clouds would change and everything would be bathed in the light of the full moon. A moment later the clouds would reappear and submerge everything into darkness.

I turned away from the sea to look at the jungle. The stars lit up the sky as if some animal had left sparkling tracks as it wandered across the heavens. A flying fox bat glided effortlessly above me. As I walked down the shoreline, I was careful to step where the ocean would erase my footprints so it seemed as though no one, not even myself, had ever stepped on to this beach.  As I stood on a partially submerged log, I could hear the waves crash with such a force several times I thought it was thunder. I could feel the cool air rush out of the jungle then feel the moist heat of the ocean as it enveloped the log. There was so much going on that I had to pace myself in order to experience everything that was unfolding.

In an attempt to consolidate everything that was happening, I stood in a meditative pose with one hand facing the heavens and the other facing the earth so I could experience the realm of both. Then I realized that I was smiling like a child on Christmas morning as l was overwhelmed by the multitude of gifts that nature had surprised me with. It was a night filled with opposite forces. The dark of night and the bright full moon, the turbulent ocean and the calm quiet forest, the cool evening air and the warm breath of the ocean. It was truly a night for the senses.

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  • samsam

    It sounds incredible! I’ve never been terribly interested in visiting Australia (Dh has), but your blog has definitely changed my mind.

  • teskak

    As Aussies we forget what wonders are in our back yard. I am glad you are enjoying your vacation and hope to see you back soon to discover the rest of Australia.

    Kakadu and the North West will blow your mind.

  • Kathy Werling

    It sounds like an awesome experience. I am sure you won’t forget your trip for a long long time.

  • Dave Parfitt

    Walter, thanks so much for posting this. I actually assumed it was Pete writing, and thought the style was different. It was when you mentioned the meditative pose, that I had to go back and look at the author. I’m glad you and Pete are having such a good time, and you’re getting some time to reflect and take it all in.

  • elemusing


    You write beautifully and eloquently. I felt as if I was experiencing this enounter with you. Well done and thank you!

  • Disney Khi

    What poetic writing! Thanks for sharing with us. What, exactly, were the animals in the forest? It makes me think of “Where the Wild Things Are!”

  • Ms. Belle

    Walter, this is so beautifully written! I really get a sense of what it was like to stand on that beach!

  • Cyrano

    I am glad that you have added in your thoughts from the trip, Walter.
    Very poetic :)

  • Shane G.

    Wow! Walter is really poetic!

  • http://www.wdwinfo.com Mary Jo

    Wow, Pete – I can just imagine standing there on the beach, with the edge of the forest on one side and the powerful sea on the other — great description.

  • http://www.wdwinfo.com Mary Jo

    Whoops – I meant to say Walter, not Pete.

  • crazy4stitch

    I have always loved the ocean, it has always calmed my soul. Living in a landlocked state my trips are to few and far between, thank you for taking me there, thank you!