From monochrome to red

“The darkness follows the light, well, most of times, except up here in the North, during summer. Now winter, well, that is a whole different story!” Gun Roswell

Days thankfully long and filled with so much sunshine
That lazy me, can be splayed across the subbed ever so fine
The clouds above practically none existent and quite fluffy too
As there is nothing else to see above there except skies of blue
Well, maybe just another airplane landing bringing more of us
Whom are finally allowed to take a vacation on this same spot
Where the days meet the night, without any kind of fight
Where nothing is done except leisure just for the sake of pleasure
The long days, and short nights, spent, lazily under the sun
Or those with courage, hauling their asses to the beach
Where all kinds of waterspouts is just in a short reach
Describing this time out of the every day grind as everything fun
Hell yeah, day or night, it just is so unexpected but totally right
When there is little or nothing else to do around the poolside
Except spend it on yourself and those you care for in life

2 thoughts on “From monochrome to red

  1. “Where the days meet the night, without any kind of fight” — that line really captures the strange magic of a northern summer. There’s something wonderfully disorienting about light that just refuses to quit; it makes you lose track of bedtime entirely and somehow that feels like the whole point. Your poem has that lazy, sun-splayed, nowhere-to-be feeling down perfectly. We always find the long-light evenings up north are when the best slow moments happen.

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