We went to a park yesterday…to see bats fly. Yup, you read it right- to see bats fly… and it was amazing.

It was the colony of the ‘flying foxes’; it is where they rest through the day until the sun sets. Sunset; that is when they stir awake and very noisily fly away in flocks. It’s beautiful- this whole thing- words do not do it justice. You should see it for yourself. You must!

I think the name of the exact location is called Yarra Boulevard, where you can take a walk amongst the bushes through the trees heavy with sleeping flying foxes and watch the Yarra river flowing beside you- and if you go while there’s still light- you’ll see hundreds of bats hanging upside-down from the trees- catching sleep for the last few minutes before starting their days hunting for food.

So we went with our shawls and our walking sandals, nine of us sitting there shoulder-to-shoulder waiting for the bats to wake up to start their days…. and when they did- we watched them fly away somewhere far- marvelling at the rules of nature and then slowly walking back to the car-park to get back home…

It’s interesting how we were going back home to finish our day while they were flying away to begin theirs.

I have problem with people who take themselves too seriously; thinking it their duty to announce it to the world ‘I AM BETTER THAN YOU. YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT!’… Well, not in so many words maybe- but just as loud nonetheless.

I am otherwise okay with most people. I’m mostly amicable without sugar-coating my opinions. I cannot seem to do that. I have often been referred to as being funny and witty- even though I tend to be a little distant. There are times I literally bite my tongue to stop the words from spilling out of me- because I know on those times it’s better if I kept quiet- I have trouble saying things I don’t mean. But then- don’t mind me, I have trouble saying things I mean even.

Sometimes silence is a good refuge, it’s comfortable in a strange peaceful way. Spoken words and I don’t go well together often. Guess it’s the ‘loner chip’ in me- the colossal birth defect per se. But, despite of it all- I believe my opinions count just as much as yours do- or vice versa. Not one of us is better than the other- we are just ‘different’.

…. but I did not say these out loud, did I? I should have.

I never wonder why I need this blog, do you? I need this blog to break the silence, to be a version of me that’s more vocal- sometimes only to myself… but who said that’s not important?