credit: philip mak | click for original
(After some feedback from Hariod, I thought this needed a little more work so tried to add some detail as shown in the “new version” below. Original version remains underneath.
NEW VERSION
We climb into the small hut and arrange our belongings; the uneven wooden floor feels smooth and warm under our bare feet as we scurry around arranging sleeping bags. The cool-box sits in the centre, pride of place, bottles of ice cold beer are visible just inside, small beads of condensation sit around their exposed necks as they wait to be popped and drunk.
We talk amongst ourselves in lowered tones for no other reason that it seems respectful to do so. The dark clouds that seemed far away only a short time ago now rise and threaten in the middle distance and we watch the eerily silent light show as the lighting storm rages within. The air is heavy with ozone and it is not long before the first fat drops of rain fall around us.
OLD VERSION
As dusk moves to night we sit and look out upon the calm ocean. A gentle breeze washes over us and we relax with an ice cold beer from the cool box in the middle of the structure. We talk in lowered tones for no other reason than it seems right to do so.
Dark clouds rise and threaten in the middle distance and we watch the eerily silent light show as the lighting storm rages within. The air is heavy with ozone and it is not long before the first fat drops of rain fall around us.
Do you get anything from this picture/post? Is it just a bit meh for you or do you find something rich and interesting in it? Please share your thoughts either way.
…moi
The new detail is very good. Enjoyed this very much.
Thanks Princess… Long time no speak, hope you are well?
Sorry its taken me so long to respond. Life and tragedies have a way of interfering. But I am well. It was so nice to see you post again. Hope all is well with you.
😦 I hope all is OK? I had hoped to start coming back with a post a week but life got in the way again as well as all the usual things that block me from posting. I dont think there are enough hours in the day for me to do all that I want to do lol.
My mom passed away on the 12th and with that came a flurry of family activity. But she was 98 and had a very full life. We celebrated that. Now it’s trying to get back into the groove of my own life. I wish I was writing more myself.
Sorry to hear that, 98 is a good innings.
I get the urge and then post something and then the urge goes away quickly, perhaps it is just not to be lol.