SIN'S IN THE HOUSE.
Suby is down and out with the relentless pain he has been courageously battling against since his trip to the dentist's on Wednesday. We had to run back to her again tonight to get the stitches taken out at around nine pm - it helps to have a dentist sister, I'm telling you! :)
I decided that since my last post on Thursday choked some of you guys to tears, I should post something to cheer you up and lift up your spirits - all the more reason to try and put a smile on your faces as it is the day before the most dreaded day of the week: Monday!
So here is something I took with the point and shoot - Olympus 700, which incidentally doesn't even belong to me - on my London expedition three weeks ago. This was again taken on the Thames embankment. It was around about 32C, a scorching hot summer's day in London, when all street entertainers and all children of London seemed to have arranged to meet by the riverside. I came across this lovely scene of childhood joy and merriment and started snapping away before worried mums dragged their children away !
BUCKETFUL OF FUN
As the miserable, moody child born on a dull and dreary winter's day, I go through the cycle of life patiently awaiting summer. As the first daffodils - harbingers of rebirth and new life, raise their delicate heads of the ground, shaking away the last of frost, I dream of days of endless summer sun when life is more fun, less burden, when people shed off their winter worries along with their winter woolies.
The sun glimmers and shimmers on sun-kissed skin, the smiles and the eyes seem to get brighter with the touch of distant, dreamy climes... Waking up to the aubade of a choir of birds rather than dismal rain pattering on the windows through the darkness, picnic in the park instead of a desk lunch, enjoying the dregs of the sun in its orange glory, with friends and fine wine instead of huddled in front of the tv, with a blanket for company. Weekends of endless, glorious sunshine, by the river, by the lake, at the seaside. And school holidays. Summer holidays. A beach. A book. And the sound of the waves caressing the coastline of bluest dreams and coconut smell. The smell of lazy, peaceful, glorious summer days. Days you wish would never end... Days of ice cream. bucket-ful of sun and bucket-ful of fun.
Words and photography by Sinem
"Ars longa, vita brevis."
ps. Suby,babes, not to worry, with a little amendment to Shelley's words, "If summer has come, can winter be far behind?"
pps. Yep, you guessed it, Suby is NOT a fan of summer!
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