h.dirix
A boring evening........
It's a languid evening, an evening where nothing happens
No wind, no rain, no mist, nothing, absolutely nothing
The sweltering evaporation of the lake hangs around you like a clammy warm blanket, making you sweat annoyingly and the droplets slowly slide down your forehead
There is no wind and bored some sailing yachts in the distance lie dobbing in the water, because without wind no progress
Two ducks scurry around hoping to find some more food and a cormorant has been sitting on a pole to dry its wings for hours
But the poor stumper does not realise this is futile, as it is languid, hot and clammy........
It is languid, hot, clammy, nasting, sweltering and I hope I can catch some sleep soon........
A boring evening........
It's a languid evening, an evening where nothing happens
No wind, no rain, no mist, nothing, absolutely nothing
The sweltering evaporation of the lake hangs around you like a clammy warm blanket, making you sweat annoyingly and the droplets slowly slide down your forehead
There is no wind and bored some sailing yachts in the distance lie dobbing in the water, because without wind no progress
Two ducks scurry around hoping to find some more food and a cormorant has been sitting on a pole to dry its wings for hours
But the poor stumper does not realise this is futile, as it is languid, hot and clammy........
It is languid, hot, clammy, nasting, sweltering and I hope I can catch some sleep soon........