English Bay on the longest day
English Bay on the longest day
August, the climax of the year. Trees are lush and heavy. The fruit is ripe. A carefree laziness fills the hours. For a precious few weeks we forget what day it is. Every day is exquisitely the same. Nothing to do but complain about the heat.
But soon enough, that satisfying contentment is shattered by one dreaded sentence; someone you like quite well may utter it, or perhaps a stranger wandering close enough to be heard: “You can feel that nip in the air.”
There it is, in all its naked starkness like a sumptuous August tree in January. We all know it but are too prudent to speak the obvious: the heat wave has ended.
Yes, August is passing us by and we are heading into fall. And then the second nail in summer’s coffin: One leaf floats down, drifting from side to side, landing right there.
Today is hot, August still full of promise. I enjoy the luxury of my favourite month in delicious solitude, only every so often allowing in close family and trusted friends.
They know full well there is to be no unmentionable utterances as we bask in the blissful afternoon sun.
Not one drinking establishment an easy walk from City Hall. There used to be a lounge across the street. And a pub kitty corner in the City Square Mall.
Are those people running things actually sober?
There is a marijuana store.
Love this rainy day view.
Beautiful, isn’t it?
Some of the ladies like the casual look – jeans and a T. But for me, there is nothing more appealing than a man in a suit; one of life’s little pleasures. And of course, you can’t beat a tux. A man who can wear a tux like he’s in pyjamas is just about irresistible. Maybe it’s the underlying allure of pyjamas.
That’s the thing about a suit – all done up. It’s probably why I’m partial to news anchors, sitting behind that desk, reading news to me – about as impersonal as it gets, in a suit – a kind of armour, a barrier, no opening.
Who said ladies don’t like a challenge?
I would like her job –
There is something about a man straightening his tie that gets to the heart of me.
One of my fellow bloggers grabbed my attention immediately when he liked my site with this view:
Sadly, Roger Moore is gone. I liked him as James Bond but he wasn’t one of my favourites. Ultimately it’s how they wear the tux. The original – Sean Connery:
Not bad –
Honourable mention to Daniel Craig.
My favourite 007 is Pierce Brosnan. And now we get to the crux of it, anticipation of the unwrapping.
“It’s going to rain,” she said. “I was going for a walk but I’m turning back.”
“It’s not going to rain,” repeating, “it’s not going to rain. The weather forecast says it’s going to be hot on the weekend.”
“Hot?” She was looking up. “No, it looks dark. It’s going to rain.”
“It’s not going to rain. It’s dark because the sun is setting. There is no rain in the forecast for 4 days.”
“Really? No rain? But it’s cold…It’s going to rain.”
“It’s cold because you are in the shade. It’s going to be dry.”
She was incredulous. “Dry?”
“That’s right. No rain.”
She needed to believe it and continued on her walk.
My asthma’s been acting up lately.