An Open Letter To The Skies

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Dear Mother Nature, I am really looking forward to the day Mr thunderstorm along side its brother, aka lightening Jr would not pay us a visit. It has become a routine of sorts, come afternoon it is all or nothing. So, we are used to it but geez, find a medium would you?!

At this point, the plants are going bananas and feeling obnoxious, they have been watered enough. The roofs are rushing to the stores picking up their colorful ornaments so they can dust themselves up, they look like a washed up t-shirt. The pavements are crying foul, they need to be repaved, too many holes. The birds are done singing, no energy left. The lizards are looking for a place to park, their cubbies are over flooded. The grass are making lemon pie, savagely growing and needing to be trimmed. Fashionably manicured feet begging for sandals tired of being bunged up by sneakers, boots and flats. The bees are trying to nest and mosquitoes are parting it up, feed me, feed me, they scream. The cars are not amused, however. Showering everyday ain’t cool they say and the owners gleefully replied, “I don’t see any problems with that, do you?” In the meantime, the cute umbrellas are just too damn happy, glowing like butterflies, feeling like smoking Cinderella in her dazzling castle.

Yes, the skies have just been a pain in my derriere lately, looking too depressed – well we got a break today, no rain in sight – the clouds giving up, raising a white flag for the summer. So mother nature, do whatever you want but we have had enough. Give us a little break please, brink back the sun?! Signed, Ms flower!

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Sand Castle Art

IMG_4020There is something mystical about building a sand castle. You are building something that you know for a fact that if not erected yards away from the seabed, soon or later, it will wash away in an instance. All it will take is one grand wave for your beautiful creation to turn into a pile of wet particulars.

IMG_4022Castle building is art. It is an art form for a selected few. It is relaxing, spiritual, zen, therapeutic. It is artistry. It is a chance encounter recreational art. It is not a souvenir nor an article you can take home or sell in the next market. It is love, dedication, work. You can’t freeze it or taste it. You can only display it until the next tide. It is a pillar of tenacity, an exercise of the mind, here today, gone tomorrow.

In the sand building world, the sand becomes your canvas, your finger, a rock or a piece of wood, your pencil and your thoughts, your guide. It requires love, care and dedication.

IMG_4025This is one art form I never dubbed into nor profess to know but have watched a few brave ones painstakingly diving into it with calmness of a tiger ready to attack its pray, leaving me at hello.

It is drive. love. addiction. gusto. Otherwise, there is no explanation.

IMG_4027Building a castle is tranquility. silence. solitude. happiness.

IMG_4023I found this gentleman at New Smyrna Beach, Florida. He was obviously plunged into his labor of art, oblivious of our presence and just kept going. Last I check, he was still building. I wonder what became of the castle.

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