Bright. That is how I describe the summer. Hot. That's the feeling of my skin. Icy, it is. Ice-cream on a hot day.. filling your mouth with it's milky presence, bringing wintery feelings across your body. I embrace ice-cream, as I embrace a loved one. I cherish every ounce until it is gone.. and nothing but a drop of melted goodness remains, lingering in the bottom of the dish... I rarely wear sunglasses. I suppose I am not the type. They eyes behind dark shades are hidden. Their beauty is not seen or shared. Instead it is protected and shielded from the brightness of the summmer... or perhaps from the eyes of others. Eyes are the windows to the soul. So maybe sunglasses hide our souls.. If so, it is of little consequence. They continue to be sold...cheap at lonely discount shops on side streets, or found. Lying carelessly in the sand... the sand of a crowded beach, a beach where ice-cream is sold...where children slurp at cones bigger than they. They like the icy feeling. Soon they will wear sunglasses. The brightness of the world will get to them... in time. Sooner or later summer always comes... and sunglasses and ice-cream wait... their arms outstretched.. ready to embrace it.
Reason for writing:
I have no idea!
Birth sign: Aries
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