The bamboos held my whole weight as I dangled my legs – almost touching the serene sea. The entire cove looked like a huge flat glass hiding all its spectacular and bizarre wealth from the world.
I sat with a Rilke’s Book of Hours on my lap. Touching the cover with my fingers, I looked at the image on it: light seeping through tree branches, trees standing almost shoulder to shoulder.
Then, I heard the gentle crackling of the bamboos where I was sitting. Vinzent, my friend with autism sat beside me. Most of the time, he’d make loud indistinct sounds…but at that moment, he was very silent.
He watched the sea beside me and it went on like that for many minutes.
I could only hear his gentle breaths.
Then, he moved close to me and our shoulders touched.