Hot is a poem that I wrote many years ago whilst siting in my garden, when it was very hot and a little uncomfortable.
Nph Photographic & Written Works.
Sittings in the sun it was so very warm and hot, not that I was wearing a great deal of clothing, actualy not even a lot.
The sun shone down on me so very hard and relentlessly, even though I moaned, it was as hot as I wanted it to be.
Sun tan lotion and refreshments were things that I did need, the only problem was getting them for this I did not succeed.
When I had gone to get the things that I did need, they were all sold out would you bloody believe.
So instead of lotion to protect me from the sun, in the shade I had to sit my hot bum, instead of a refreshing drink that I wanted so very bad, I had to settle for tea but I was still glad.
Usually it would be dull and raining, usually so many dull dark clouds, usually I would be complaining about the weather again so very, very loud.
Now though it was so very hot but I still complained some more, trying frantically to fan myself even more a I sat upon the floor.
There never seemed to be a perfect balance for me, sunny and hot with a breeze and a gentle blow, not so cold that you have to stay in and not so hot that out you can not go.
So it was, I was very, very hot, even though I sat in a relatively cool spot.
Then soon it was too much for even me, so I went inside the cool apartment and made another cup of tea.
So a little tip to anyone who is going to spend time in the sun, ensure you have lotion and refreshments before you walk out of the door, especially if intending to lay naked upon the floor.
Nph Photographic & Written Works
2007
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