Judith Tonkin

I don't think anything could be more perfect than the pure untouched beauty of the nature around each one of us; the things that no one can create or recreate.

I don't think paintings or photographs can really capture the beauty of a sunset- how can someone expect to be able to copy the colours and shades of a beautiful sky with just a palette or a camera? All those sun kissed yellow shades and creamy oranges; and lavenders so soft that you feel you could almost find the courage in yourself to reach up and try to touch them- only to have each shade slip through your longing fingertips.

There's something so magical about the petals of a flower overlapping, the way that they create endless patterns of swirls that hug tightly and lustfully to form gentle curves. And the small petals between your fingers make even the softest velvet feel like sandpaper in comparison.

I stepped outside into my backyard on the first day of summer this year hoping that the sun might finally pop out to send a warm gentle smile my way. Just to let me know that once again, i had survived what felt like a endless winter.

The warm air hugged me gently and the scent of fresh grass and flowers i had been missing so much, clung to my skin and held me tight. And in that one moment, i looked up to the sky, a shade so rich and deep that even a colour as wonderful as blue couldn't describe it, and almost shed a tear at the mere sight of it. White clouds separated and bellowed into a thousand tiny little pieces so small that you could have sworn that with one jump, you could reach out and catch them in your hands; only to see that they had slipped, effortlessly through your fingertips.

I opened my eyes as wide as they could go, trying to take in as much magnificence as i could. I could see each part of the perfection that stood before me, warm and tender in all of it's ways. And in that moment i knew that i had to commit as much of it that i could to my memory, realising, that it wouldn't always be here for me, to take it all in.

I'm a writer, a singer, a musician, an artist. I'm none of those things, but yet i am all of them. I sing because i have the lyrics, i have the lyrics because i can find the words, and i write because i have found a place for those words to go.