Underwater Trysts

Summer’s arrived, all too speedily. I sat today, on burning tiles, pathetically trying in vain to gather the lower temperatures where they lay. Some of us try to escape the heat by lazing in pools, splashing idly while summer music sounds in-between underwater trysts, while some resort to burying their heads in the ground in the hope that they will somehow be forgotten.

Finding a job somewhere ably fitted to deal with the hot onslaught would be ideal. A freezer? An ice cream store? Maybe an air-conditioned cinema will do the trick. My job finding attempts have been weak-willed and scattered, and I’m damnably un-hireable, but such is life.

I’ve been at the beach, the last two days, collecting sunshine to store in a jar that I keep above my bed. Most of it leaked out, however and is currently residing on my arms and face. I now resemble something akin to a newborn bird – all pink and raw looking, loveliness indeed. I am constantly amazed at the miracle of aloe vera though, as it diminishes the redness in hours. So, soon (fingers crossed) the sunshine will be safely back in that jar, and my shoulders will be returned to a reasonable hue.

I had my first high-way driving experience on the way to the Coast, which was a great feeling. Having a mother sitting beside me sitting up straighter than a pole, flinching at every touch of accelerator and nearly jumping out of her seat every now and then (just for effect) was a little off putting, but I made it in one piece, and more amazingly, so did my dear, blue car. My introduction to fifth gear went smoothly, and I cant wait for a re-run. I foresee many beach trips this summer, but they will have to be put on hold until I acquire the little red P to proudly display on my windscreen. Who knows when that will be though. Maybe not until the last of Summer's waves have faded, and the wrinkles of Autumn begin to appear, but I hope not.

So, I'm going in search of the next underwater tryst, where it's ever-cool, soundless and blue. Until next time.