Overcast skies. The imminent prospect of rain. The clouds painting over the beautiful sunset that should have been.
You could join the throng of trippers. Bite into a roasted corn cob. Dig into a paper cone of bengal gram. Watch the waves crash on the shore. Let the water spray over you.
Or you you sit and commune with Life.
2 comments:
It's a pleasure to take pleasure in everyday things.
Best Regards, Galen
Imagineering Fiction Blog
Always, Galen. Always.
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