Park Planning

Surrounded by green and brown and ants, tickles up my neck and down my spine; there is a light wash over my fingers, typing softly, as the breeze almost lifts my umbrella away. The umbrella, found alone on the sidewalk a few nights ago, provides enough shade to resolve my computer’s battle with the glare from the sun. Atop my head, an hour past noon, rays warm my head and tired eyes. I’m getting that sensation of pressure behind my neck, usually a result of calm and lack of sleep, which I enjoy. Sammy has formed the spitting image of a lobster with thin twigs. A ‘rock lobster’, as she sings.

“Africa it up. Then New Caledonia – Pacific it up!” We’re planning a trip, spur of the moment, through a few continents, “Final destination: Eurotrash.”