Cléa
You lay your towel on the sand. You drop your beach bag at one end of the towel as a make shift pillow. You lie on the plush fabric, eyes pointed upwards at the sky. And you play Rorschach inkblot test with the moving puffs of cumulus.
A deer floats by and morphs into a goat. Up on the left, two camels are happily humping, and to the right, you see the islands of Japan. Or is it New Zealand. Tufts of white balloons converge into an angry 1950s chignon. A distant aeroplane traverses the sky, leaving a faint trail of white behind. It turns into a flatulent bubble. The camels have turned into a big white lump in the shape of an austral island-continent, minus Tasmania, which must have gone holidaying in Brazil.
Back on the sand, the woman in front of you has angel wings tattoos on her back, though she is no Angel Gabriel. Nor can she fly. But the sea gulls can. Across the sky.
Summer’s official start is welcomed today.
** With special thanks to Gboy and his photographic skills for the stunning accompanying image. Click on the photo for an enlarged view.
Tags: cbmused, cumulus, Rorschach inkblot test, summer
Enjoy the Summer…. Clea… no hunks and attractive men in the sky?
What is happening with you?
Ooooooooooooooooooooh yeah… could not come soon enough for me! I just want it to be HOT. All the time. From now on.
Heat not good. I don’t think my body responds well to it. I just get massive migranes from the hot weather. I enjoy the cool warmth of spring and the dissipating heat of autumn, not to mention frosty coldness of winter.
Maybe its the fact I grew up in a hot place. Time for a change of pace.
Wha???? Nobody’s going to ask, “What have you been smokin’ Cléa?”
I was going to ask the smoking question Cléa. I guess I will have to go another route instead.
“I will definitely have whatever she’s drinking.”
Ohhh, how I wish *I* was that angel-wing tatted chick in front of you!! — We rec’d our first snow flurries today….
Sidney: What can I say… I’m slipping!
And the hunks were on the beach. But that’s a subject for a later post!
Gboy: Same here! Hot, sunny, and warmer water temps. So far, it’s been frrreezing in the water!
Kami: I like heat but not high humidity, unless I’m basking on a beach in the tropics with a drink in hand…
Sigh… I need a holiday!
Cléa: What have you been smokin’, hey??
Egan: Drinkies… I wish! This was the product of a clear mind. Yep, believe it or not…
Did you know they banned alcohol on some beaches?
LB: She was kind of rough looking, with angel wings. On you, they’d look more like a naughty devil in wings…
Snow! Now that’s something I rarely see but imagine would be a lot of fun to play in…
You can’t legally have alcohol on any beaches in Seattle.
egan: I’m not sure how I feel about it being banned, not that I drink alcohol on the beach. But if there’s been trouble or for safety reasons, I don’t see why not.
I was going to write a response where I detailed the 0 degree Celsius weather that has come through my part of the world but I figured you wouldn’t feel the least bit sorry for me.
For me personally – I like the idea of the beach: warm, sand, water, calm, etc… But whenever I go I get bored so easily that I leave after 20 minutes. Now you may proceed with your judgment of me
GSR: Unless you’re writing in the snow, then no… you guessed right!:P
Bored?! Bored?! How can you get bored when there’s so much to look at?! The sea of semi naked bodies, the colour of the ocean and the sand, up in the sky playing Rorschach inkblot test? Tsk tsk tsk…
Yeah well, I’m in the SOUTHERN US, lol… by ’snow flurries’ I meant a VERY light blowing of what looked like lint, lol — no accumulation, no sticking…
LB: Like angel dust, on those tattooed wings of yours?