John Smith opened the refrigerator to get something for breakfast. 'Eggs, milk, bread, cheese, ham, yoghurt.', he read out loud while he took out the stuff for breakfast. It was Tuesday, 4 o clock in the morning, at the Limmen Bight Camp, in Arnhemland, Australia.
Whe came upstairs with two full hands, one with the bread, the other with the cheese, ham, yoghurt and eggs. His favourite breakfast. He looked at the parking lot. The other camping tourists who were here at the Limmen Bight Camp during the holidays had gone for hiking, swimming, fishing or jeep safari. But John Smith was interested at other things. He had a monster hiding in a crystal clear lake under the sunlight. John sat down and began to taste the egg.
It was a fresh egg, sunny side up. Egg, egg, egg...
'Tittays egg', John said while the egg slipped into his mouth.
Tittays egg, Tittays egg, I wonder what that egg looks like, its beauty is to be admired, I need to do something with that egg, other than eat it. "John, wake up", a voice said from the other side of the bed. John opened his eyes and saw the woman who belongs to the camping and who was asleep next to him. She leaned on her elbow and looked at John.
"That egg has gotten to me. I just dreamt about it, over and over again. Of everything, about everything that surrounds that egg." John said.
"You have slept for three days..."
"No, that that egg has gotten to me. But, hey, I think I have an idea. Let's go for a walk."
John shook his head, scrambled up, put his shirt over his head, but only half the shirt was over his head, the other half fell to the floor. He breathed out, took off the shirt completely, looked at the woman, who was still leaned over, looking at him. "What are you waiting for then?", he said. The more times she sleeps, the better it is for me, he thought. The more times she sleeps, the better it is for me, for you, for all of us, he thought. He walked out of the bed-house.
John walked through the camp. When he got to the entrance, the sun was shining. The sun was very bright, bright like the egg. The lake lay like a bright blue light under the sun. Everywhere were the bright lakes of the Arnhemland.
'But there is no blue under the sun like perhaps that lake which is here, at the Limmen Bight Camp, nothing nothing that bright. The water has the colour of the sun, and the sun has the colour of the water. And inbetween is brighter than any other place in this whole wide camping place.', thought John.
John walked over the wooden bridge that leads across the lake to the other side, where some trees were. To that tree where the monster is hiding, thought John. 'A whole lake, and only one tree on one side of it. Sheer coincidence. But behind that tree where the monster is, where I catch the monster on the crystal clear lake, where I catch the monster of the blue lake, where I catch the monster of the blue lake, there is a lake. Just like all the other lakes out here.', he thought.
John thought about the blue of the lake, of all the lakes of Arnhemland. to the fishing bridge and sat down. He started to watch the water under the bridge. The water moved in the wind, in the air, in the light, in the sun.
'It is very bright here in the sunshine and in the blue