Perfect Day

Perfect day. I found myself here by accident because, a few hours earlier, my friend told me about a great "hidden" spot we just had to visit. So we came, and indeed, the beach was stunning. We swam, lounged on the sand, and relaxed. Now, the sun was setting, and it was the perfect end to the week.

We were planning to leave soon to catch the ferry back to the city center, but then we noticed more people gathering—bringing instruments and other items. They formed a circle in the middle of the beach and started playing music. Then, someone stepped into the center and began a fire show. I had never seen anything like it before.

The performer held a stick with flames at both ends, spinning it around his body and tossing it into the night sky. Soon, more performers joined in, each using different props—all set ablaze. The beach lit up, filled with the smell of gasoline and the rhythmic sound of drums.

What started as a perfect day turned into something magical. That very Sunday, I witnessed something that would change my life.

Sydney, 2015