caryn74
Sometimes I Look Like This
These are the days of lazy afternoons—forgiving afternoons spent lying on the bed, reading a lazy book, slowly turning the crisp pages, skipping all the hard words. If there are chores to be done, they can be done lazily—or, better still, tomorrow. If there are letters to be written, emails to be sent, they will necessarily be short—though not necessarily to the point—and written with words no longer than two syllables, thank you very much.
When the long lazy afternoon turns gradually toward evening and the time arrives for a meal, it will be a lazy meal—a meal requiring little or no preparation, a meal eaten slowly and accompanied by chilled wine or cold beer. Whatever tidying up is required afterward is accomplished slowly, while humming—it’s not necessary to sing, to form entire words.
This is summer laziness. It’s not a laziness of spirit, but indolence intended to stretch out the day and evening, to make the summer last—not in an effort to hoard the hours against the inevitable winter, but because each moment is sweet and deserves to be savored. Like a good wine. Like a fine meal. Like a letter from a friend. Like a good book.
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