Wednesday, February 28, 2018

Someplace Else

Go past the labyrinth of corridors awash with anemic fluorescent lights. Go past cold metal doors behind where machines ceaselessly hum. Warm light welcomes at end of the hall.
The smell of coffee leads to a wide, open space. The 200-square meter quadrangle is a garden oasis enclosed by low buildings. Look up and the confines of the walls disappear. The indigo sky refreshes the eyes. Sunlight melts away the stiffness. People come here to take in the sun and air. This is where they take a break. They bring coffee and cigarettes, and their laughter lightens the heart.
On the left side, a landscaped garden stretches for ten meters. Ferns and trees of different species make up the design. Weeds called Creeping Charlie carpet the soil. They appear like a crowd of tiny umbrellas. Ferns two feet high loom over the weeds. Behind the ferns, diverse palm trees showcase their mixed patterns. Some wear spikes with rings on their trunks. Some have stems that pop like fireworks. One tree unfolds like a fountain. Another displays leaves like pointed spears. The landscape mixes shades of olive, mint and lime. The lanky Kalachuchi trees tower like soggy poles over the rest. They stand out with flowers like perched sparrows.
Opposite the garden, two large Octopus trees spread out their thick branches. Twisted roots resembling tentacles run up to tip of the branches. The intertwined branches form a canopy of leaves. They offer shade from intense summer heat. During bad weather, they screen the heavy downpour.

At night, the trees and the garden fade in the shadows. Soft light comes from the corners of the buildings. The moon casts down its golden beam for added glow. Sometimes, cold evenings bring wispy mists. On such nights, you can almost pretend you are someplace else.