Some crab and six big prawns later, we sit around a big square coffee table over an intended game of jenga. Lilting music floats through the room. The french windows open to the garden now dark with night, the sea only a few meters away with its roaring waves so daunting, so serene all at once - we sit over that intended game of jenga.
Round 6 and the fort holds strong, each one of us making the most careful effort to pull pieces so as not to topple fort.
Round 9, we're now wondering whether it is the wind from the sea that sweeps through this room, that will shift the jenga tower we have now made fairly rickety with our each maneuver.
Round 11, back to me. Here's a combination of knowing this is the end yet giving it that one last heck of an attempt. Human nature really that brings about this hope even in moments of hopelessness.
That was that. The intended game of jenga, now an experience of beautiful music mingled with the sound of the waves, the company of gorgeous people and laughter so tickling upon a finally toppled jenga tower!
Round 6 and the fort holds strong, each one of us making the most careful effort to pull pieces so as not to topple fort. Round 9, we're now wondering whether it is the wind from the sea that sweeps through this room, that will shift the jenga tower we have now made fairly rickety with our each maneuver.
Round 11, back to me. Here's a combination of knowing this is the end yet giving it that one last heck of an attempt. Human nature really that brings about this hope even in moments of hopelessness.
That was that. The intended game of jenga, now an experience of beautiful music mingled with the sound of the waves, the company of gorgeous people and laughter so tickling upon a finally toppled jenga tower!
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