The irony of being human - a short observation.
It was one of those mornings of unbearable humidity. One of those that make you feel like grabbing handfuls of the thick air and swallowing it down like gooey, soft marshmallows, just to get enough for one tiny breath. Even the smallest movement sent a tiny river of sweat trickling down the landscape of ones body, sticking hair to the skin in an ugly fashion.
‘Let’s go somewhere naturey today. I feel like being outdoors, sitting under the trees and being surrounded by peace and quiet,’ a voice from across the crumpled sheets announced.
‘Hmmm, sounds good,’ was the sleepy reply.
A few hours later the wheels of the car sped along the highway, crashing through the hazy patterns that swirled up off the ground. ‘I’m not paying money to go and sit at a puddle of water ok? That’s just ridiculous. None of us like water; we don’t even go to the beach!’ A head, which showed the signs of still being half asleep, poked out from the backseat, looking from the driver to the passenger. His jet black hair waved crazily, like reeds in a storm, as he was blasted by the aircon.
‘I agree, we’ll go to the nature reserve out on the tourist drive instead.’ The driver turned the wheel, steering the large car into the garage and coming to an abrupt halt at the petrol station. ‘Geez I hate summer. Bloody aircon chews the petrol.’
The backdoor opened and a body bounced out, hopping at once to the shaded pavement area, as the hot ground began to slowly roast the exposed skin of naked feet. ‘I’m going to get some drinks, anyone want anything?’
‘Just grab a slab mate; I’ll give you some money in a minute. And some Cruisers for the girls.’ A colourful array of bank notes was exchanged between parties before they were back on the road, music blaring out from speakers which seemed to vibrate every part of the car and its occupants. A short time after pulling on to the dirt track which led to a car park a few metres off the main road, everyone was out, chairs were erected and the condensation from icy drinks dripped between fingers onto the clumps of grass beneath. The mottled shade that filtered down from the trees above changed every few seconds as the tiny wisps of breeze blew through the leaves.
Within seconds hands began swatting at the air. ‘Bloody bugs are everywhere aren’t they? Thank goodness we have screen doors at home.’
‘This is when it’s good to be a smoker. One exhale and the little buggers are sent scampering!’ Between the lulls in the music, the sound of the passing cars filtered in from the road. The car park gravel crunched under the tyres of those arriving and the footsteps of those departing.
Suddenly a squeal echoed out above their heads as a girl jumped up onto the cement table, ‘SPIDER! GET. RID. OF. IT. NOW!’ A chorus of masculine laughs came in reply as one gallant knight came to her rescue, stomping down hard on the creature and squashing it flat into the ground.
The afternoon passed quickly, the ground decorated by the yellow tips of cigarettes and the sparkling tin of empty cans. When the time to leave arrived, bodies staggered back to the car and were soon home and between the sheets. ‘I love being outdoors. There is something so peaceful about it. And that fresh air really takes it out of you, doesn’t it?’
Bzzzzzzz, the drone of a lone mosquito buzzed overhead, silenced by the slap of two hands around it.
‘Let’s go somewhere naturey today. I feel like being outdoors, sitting under the trees and being surrounded by peace and quiet,’ a voice from across the crumpled sheets announced.
‘Hmmm, sounds good,’ was the sleepy reply.
A few hours later the wheels of the car sped along the highway, crashing through the hazy patterns that swirled up off the ground. ‘I’m not paying money to go and sit at a puddle of water ok? That’s just ridiculous. None of us like water; we don’t even go to the beach!’ A head, which showed the signs of still being half asleep, poked out from the backseat, looking from the driver to the passenger. His jet black hair waved crazily, like reeds in a storm, as he was blasted by the aircon.
‘I agree, we’ll go to the nature reserve out on the tourist drive instead.’ The driver turned the wheel, steering the large car into the garage and coming to an abrupt halt at the petrol station. ‘Geez I hate summer. Bloody aircon chews the petrol.’
The backdoor opened and a body bounced out, hopping at once to the shaded pavement area, as the hot ground began to slowly roast the exposed skin of naked feet. ‘I’m going to get some drinks, anyone want anything?’
‘Just grab a slab mate; I’ll give you some money in a minute. And some Cruisers for the girls.’ A colourful array of bank notes was exchanged between parties before they were back on the road, music blaring out from speakers which seemed to vibrate every part of the car and its occupants. A short time after pulling on to the dirt track which led to a car park a few metres off the main road, everyone was out, chairs were erected and the condensation from icy drinks dripped between fingers onto the clumps of grass beneath. The mottled shade that filtered down from the trees above changed every few seconds as the tiny wisps of breeze blew through the leaves.
‘This is when it’s good to be a smoker. One exhale and the little buggers are sent scampering!’ Between the lulls in the music, the sound of the passing cars filtered in from the road. The car park gravel crunched under the tyres of those arriving and the footsteps of those departing.
Suddenly a squeal echoed out above their heads as a girl jumped up onto the cement table, ‘SPIDER! GET. RID. OF. IT. NOW!’ A chorus of masculine laughs came in reply as one gallant knight came to her rescue, stomping down hard on the creature and squashing it flat into the ground.
The afternoon passed quickly, the ground decorated by the yellow tips of cigarettes and the sparkling tin of empty cans. When the time to leave arrived, bodies staggered back to the car and were soon home and between the sheets. ‘I love being outdoors. There is something so peaceful about it. And that fresh air really takes it out of you, doesn’t it?’
Bzzzzzzz, the drone of a lone mosquito buzzed overhead, silenced by the slap of two hands around it.
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Love it, love it! Oh, the irony sweet girl.....Its delicious!
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hahaha yes they are not my favourite insect either. However, after I heard the Dalai Lama say that he may come back as one in his next life I have seen them in a different view! No use killing long lost Uncle John because he sings an awful tune hey?
Ash
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Good to see you. I am often amazed by the comments people make that are blatant contradictions! However, each to their own!
Ash
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I saw someone`s hair wizzing about like that the other day and it reminded me of standing on a shore watching the reeds one day during a storm.
Hope you are well
Ash
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Ash
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Thanks chickie! Irony be one of the many spices of life hey?!?!
Ash
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Good to see you! Still running I see! Whew you must have lungs of iron.
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Seems we all have the same intense dislike for those poor critters hey!
I need to invest in aircon... summer on the coast in an unairconned house makes for a very gloomy few months!
Ash
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Always good to seeyou!
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As a non smoker, I never thought about this
‘This is when it’s good to be a smoker. One exhale and the little buggers are sent scampering!’ Between the lulls in the music,
Wonderful descriptions! Love the words! They stick to me like mosquitos (hee hee)
Mis
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My dad always said he started smoking when he was in the army to keep the bugs out of his eyes. It seems to work but I don`t think the health risks outweigh the few hours of hand swatting.
hehehe blood sucking and all... a very ghoulish thought
Ash