When the sun is high In the afternoon sky Skin starts to burn And then it will hurt Make a b-line Where you can feel fine Under the umbrella Also called a parasol Away from the light Into the shadows Where the cool window blows Sip on a drink Do not anything think Just into the moment Let yourself sink Life can be great Even under The bright umbrella
Afternoon, Feeling lazy Real life, all hazy Turquoise waters With no otters Laying about Poolside, No doubt! No hurries No worries Just living For today Wishing I could stay More Than a week!
“The sun is shining, and isn’t that just special, so why does everyone want to stay under covers?Away from the sun?“ Gun Roswell
Para Sol
The shade of it all, well, the shade to run for cover under, from the, you know, the sun?
Well, simply because sometimes, you need to hide, from the very light, which, supposedly, sustains life itself, and isn’t that a contradiction if anything else.
The darkened corners of the world, suiting better for the quite fowl mood, becoming the existence, which fears the light of day, especially a very bright, hot, burning sun filled one.
And so, the cover, the parasol large enough, to hide under permanently or at least until such time, all of it passes and the option, of coming forth, stepping into the spotlight, is upon.
“Safely under the sun or rain or whatever else the weather gods may throw my way” Gun Roswell
Safely under the protecting shade
Whether the weather feels like too much sun or even storm clouds filled with rain, this is the place where I feel the most safe, hiding myself under the protective shade, which was so perfectly made, just for me here for a while to stay, no matter the time of the day.
As the sun turns to night, and the moon begins to shine bright, even that soft light, is filtered gently through the perfect hideaway, that special shade I am still under, and there is no doubt or wander, whether this is the perfect spot for me, where I will certainly be.
So, the day and night spent, and then there is the rest of it, other days and nights, mornings, noons and evenings, the weather patterns also changing, from good to worse to really bad, but I am not feeling at all sad, as this place of shade, is where I am totally safe.
There might come a time, when I do not feel so fine, under this protective cover of mine, but until then, I will my time here spend, under this protective shade, where I can rest my head and go to sleep in peace, and live my life, without counting time, but still, having a big smile.
“Hiding, my face and my self, from the bright sun, under the sheltering parasol“ Gun Roswell
Under cover, under the parasol, under the sun
From the deepest recesses, of this, these days virtual travellers own mind Thinking of, all of the warm summers passed, and always with a big smile When lying, on the sandy beach, everything off, completely, out of reach Only thinking of, what and then when would be the time for the next eat Alas, not everything around and under this scorching sun is a total slack As swimming, walking, writing and reading, is part of each days list of tasks But the one thing, even enough sun block can win, is the one simple fact That too much sun, can give a dweller out and about each day an attach Of the said sun and that cannot be too much fun, so best bet to do to avoid The trauma causing the traveller to get annoyed, is to stay, under the parasol Greatly protecting any harmful rays of the on top hovering bright ball, the sol Besides, there are lots of things to do there, without the need to squint the eyes Board games, books, and maybe, even the odd iPad to track, some of the lives Left behind in the homeland, as the traveller, is on a holiday, for the duration And, if and when asked, they would simply answer without any kind of hesitation “I have earned this leave, and will stay here, until I totally need to leave!”
“Under the shade giving parasol, situated on a beach, is, where I totally like to sit” Gun Roswell
Shade and the Beach
On a lazy day in the middle of the hazy season I cannot find any one simple and totally good reason For staying away from the tempting summer’s beach Even if, someone, just might call me, a royal leach
As I am headed towards that sandy haven I listen to the other people and their constant craving Of taking some desperately needed and deserved, time off But I filter it all out, because I’ve decided, to differ from the lot
Reaching the designated place, with my trusted parasol I stay Under it because the sunlight might be burning fate Seated comfortably with enough food and drinks And some good reading my teeth into I can sink
I am finally out and totally day off kind of proud To be resting on the soft sandy beach without noises loud My mobile phone turned off and I am officially out of reach Because today is that kind of a day at the beach
Under the shade, of course The shade on this great beach
“There is just something so fun, laying, under the bright sun, but only, if I have my parasol, where I lay down without being too dull!” Gun Roswell
Under the sun, but, under the parasol
The sun is shining, so brightly, against the blue of the sky Nothing or no other experience in life, makes me really, smile As does this meteorological phenomena do, to little ol’ moi When I have made the trek to the beach, for the day encore en foi But this is not just about throwing some French around But rather, to enjoy a day, resting, even if lying, on the ground A day at the beach, in theory at least, is a plan totally sound But if the heat gets a tad too much to resist, and groaning out loud Becomes the permanently made, teeth grinding non-vowels Then it is that time, when the parasol comes to play Quickly setting up the plastic colourful monstrosity to full display Never mind the outlook, it’s fine because I myself won’t look At the contraption, now above my very large head, slightly shook Because, I will be happy on this one day of summer no matter what Even with all them flies and other types, I away have to swat This one single day I have earned with much work and sweat So I will be damned if the heat or what ever other problem might me let Feel less of fun, or any other type of good feeling As I lay here, watching the day, pass me by, leading Towards the hopefully calm and setting sun for the evening When I will leave this place, with a smile on my face
Until next year, when I get one day off and to the beach, once again trot With my parasol naturally, so I can enjoy, the sun, fully!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 