It was a beautiful day, the sun beat down...

Yesterday, Sunday, was a beautiful day! Today is as well, but yesterday was better. It was warm, perhaps mid-80's or so (sorry, you crazy Celsius people you, you'll have to do the conversations for yourself), but the humidity was non-existent. And there was a very pleasant cooling breeze blowing.

I went out onto my balcony, took my canvas collapsable chair with me to sit on, propped my feet up on the lawn chair, had my cellphone and my camera at my side, a cup of water on the floor, and a book in my hands. And I read. And just soaked in the day!

This was the kind of summer day I remember as a kid, warm, but tolerable, and sunshine and blue skies that go on forever, with big fluffy clouds to blot out the sun for a bit.



After taking a few photos, I just leaned my head back and watched the clouds go by and the large blueness in between them. I hadn't done that for years, not since I was a kid. I saw, in the cloud's, a pirate's head, a dolphin, a pumpkin and a pair of open scissors (why yes, I DO have an overactive imagination, thank you very much). I realized I was sitting there with this goofy grin on my face. I was just enjoying the simple things, things I hadn't done for probably 20 years or more, things I only did as a kid, ya know? Back when life was easier, responsiblities were few, playing out in the sun was a daily occurance, and the humidity wasn't unbearable on a regular basis!

Oh, where did those days, and the innocence that accompanied them, and yet the optimism and confidence, also, that all was right with the world and always would be...were did they all go?

POLT = listening to "Hold Me" by Fleetwood Mac

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