Happy accidents

I wish I know how to paint, so I can paint the pictures I never took.

On my first canvas I will paint my first glimpse of the Sydney Harbour; when I realized what they mean when they say it’s the most beautiful harbour in the world. Bathed in orange light, the city was just waking up when the pilot turns the plane to show us this spectacular view.

My second canvas would be a flurry of colors and activity — the scene inside the artistic tent of a traveling circus. Acrobats are practicing their jumps, trapeze artists hanging from the bars, contortionists stretching their muscles, magicians checking and updating their Facebook. You can almost hear the calls over the loud speaker, “five minutes to clowns, ten minutes to lizards.”

The third canvas is of the clear and unbelievably still waters we sailed through last Friday on the way back to Cebu from Pandanon Island in Bohol. There were no wind, no waves. My legs were dangling off the front of the banca as we slice through the calm waters. The sea grass looks close enough to be reached if I just stretch my hand, the sky reflected upon the water’s surface.