“Well well, what have we here? How ever did you get past security? Prendergast! Prendergaaast!? Crumb cake, where is that incompetent bumbler… very well, I suppose you’re here for some sort of linguistic escapade? Or to rob me of my priceless antique ivory animal figurines. I surely hope the former, nothing else needs to die over ivory anywhere, particularly elephants. And no, despite my lack of pandemic callisthenics I have not quite yet reached elephantine proportions. At least not one, beyond say, 4 years of age?
Moving on, I finally managed to write something not morbidly depressing. Huzzah! Enjoy.
“Engineering Degrees Celsius”, July 7, 2020.
Dazzling sunshine simultaneously blinds and grants wondrous visions
An intoxicating aroma of freshly cut grass and crackling bbq entices a peaceful fervour
Children’s laughter peels out, the innocence effortlessly dispelling long cloistered melancholy
Distant bells ring in cohesion, sombrely achieving micro-relevance over raucous avian cacophony
Mammals scamper about in discordant fashion, chittering coyly, intentions shamelessly lascivious
Gentle murmurs of tranquil woodlands intone harmony amid bucolic elegance
This sprawling emerald deluge provoking a bizarrely delightful suffocation
Fixedly regenerating elemental integrity, authentically organic engineering
Placid serenity abounds within all who would permit venture into such poignantly lucid awareness
And, assuming no unanticipated net external force, this body will, remain at rest.
If you think this an eery parable of the other nature-themed item from last week you would be correct. I restrained myself from adding humour this time, wanted it to be all about the majesty of the scene. Relatively pleased.
Will the body ever be acted upon by an outside force? What happens with the potential robbery scenario? Who in the hell is Prendergast? Find out next time on, Craze of our Lives…
A fractured mind held together by cellophane and some used tack.