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Today, a particular article. I you will not telling you my travels, but a small story, coming from my  little strange brain. 

An awaiking plunged in a dream.

 The sun starts to emerge at the horizon. This morning was fresh, a soft wind cherished sand, and the surrounding vegetation.

Zack had just awaked. This night, he camped on the beach. This one was desert, and it could easily benefit from the calm, and the noise of the waves, which crushed against the surrounding rocks. He didn't sleep anymore, but the place was neverless resting and ressourcing. 

Sat at the entrance of his tent, he observed in silence the sun, rises from the horizon. Each minute which passed modified the color of the sky. Of an orange shining, via colors almost red sharp, some pink was visible on the few small clouds which strewed the sky. This day was going to be splendid. 

While observing this sumptuous show, Zack thought about what he would make of this day, the places which he would visit, the discoveries which he could make, and also problems to be surmounted. Because indeed, had had given up his  life full with certainty, practices, repetition without end, and comfort, to undertake the dream of his life: to travel around the world.

 A life without stress, without responsibility, except to respect all that surrounds it, to understand it and to have inexhaustible memories of them. Here it to what he had aspired for one too large period to be ignored. 

But the application was long, because he had to gather all his courage, and his determination, to cope with this famous fear, presents at every moment, and which had blocked more than one guy in this wlord: fear of the unknown. 

This fear is unforeseeable, makes think in the worst case, but it brings also unforgettable moments, fabulous meetings, and stunning views, because such is this world: marvellous and frightening at the same time. 

And even if this morning, Zack were alone on this beach, facing his loneliness, he couldn't count his fantastic meetings anymore.

 The sun had finally completely emerged, and the colors in the sky started to yellow, or to vanish, sign that the day had fully begun. Zack stood up, and approached the edge of water. Fresh scum cherished his barefeet, while the wind continued to cherish his face. He could remain hours upright in this way, with this pleasant feeling. But it was time to leave, to explore new horizons.

He turned over towards his tent, and took a short breakfast, fruits and a tea in order to heat his body and soul. He was now ready to go. But another surprise was waiting fo him, because whereas he turned his back on the ocean and the sun, he realized that the opposite horizon was gray and cover of clouds. He was at the border between “good weather” and “bad weather”, and could see the fine rain which fell down on the luxuriant vegetation which bordered the beach he occupied. 

He noticed that the the sun's rays entered in collision with the rain, forming a new single set of colors: blue, red, purple , green. A rainbow had been formed in front of him. It was the first time that he saw a complete one. he could during a good moment observe this majestic arc of bright colors draw up themselves in front of him, and shine, as if it had been put at the challenge to shine even more than the sun facing it.

This single event, delayed Zack's projects for this new day, but it doesn't matter. Heknew that in this kind of adventure, no day occurred according to the “plan”, and that the unforeseen ones can emerge constantly. But it is also what made the charm of this travel, and it's exactly what he searched when he decided to give up his old life. 

After a long moment, the rainbow ends up disappearing, as if it had concede it cannot growing brighter than the sun. Zack folded up its tent, arranged it, put in order his stuff and piled up the whole in his vehicle. He threw a last glance on the beach and the ocean, like thanking them for having accommodated his for the night, and engraving last memories of this place. 

Whereas he took the road, he thought of how each place was single. The same place could be perceived completely differently according to the moment it's visited. He knew that even if a day he would achieve a complete world tour, each place he had visited would be only one image of the moment of his visit, and that he would surely have to make another turn, to discover new aspects of them. This beach was a perfect example. 

He  stopped his car, going out of it, caught his backpack, and started to go. In front of him drew up a mountain, imposing and majestic. But dispite of the rain, and the wind, no question of concealing his day's objectives. This montain was his challenge, and he intended to give his best, to add this new achievement to his thin knowledge and comprehension of the world. 

The end.

This is the end of that story, I hope you took pleasure in reading my first creative text on this platform. Do not hesitate to give your opinion, and axes of improvement if you have some, I do not ask any less. 

In any case,  thank you for your time reading my article. 

Mike. 

Sources: All pictures are mine and came from my Facebook account and were taken during my travel in New Zealand.