Just went and dipped my feet in the pool. At ten o'clock at night. Was very relaxing though, the glare, the heat of the day had seeped away, the cosmic ballet of the clouds, the stars, the moon, the light casting the bars against the fountain, the ripples in the water, the light splashing, the wondering what it would look like with the underwater lights switched on - is it red, is it blue this month?
Even the neighbour, practising his guitar, added to the atmosphere - not as loud as he is usually, either. The wind, blowing lightly, ruffling my shirt, cooling my skin. The moon, with the scattered clouds drifting across its face, below the palm tree leaves. The endless sky, the feel of water against my legs.
Having to end it all, to come indoors, to the hard edges of the real, human, world. Too warm, without the refreshing breeze on my skin.
Pauly
Even the neighbour, practising his guitar, added to the atmosphere - not as loud as he is usually, either. The wind, blowing lightly, ruffling my shirt, cooling my skin. The moon, with the scattered clouds drifting across its face, below the palm tree leaves. The endless sky, the feel of water against my legs.
Having to end it all, to come indoors, to the hard edges of the real, human, world. Too warm, without the refreshing breeze on my skin.
Pauly
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