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I’m lying on a sandy beach, basking in the warmth of the sun. I point to the sky and trace a white line. White on blue. Bold to begin then billowing. Flimsy then scattered. There’s another, and another. Three white lines criss-crossing, this way and that.
There are people up there. Hundreds of people. I wonder where they are going, where they’ve been. What are they are doing? Watching a movie perhaps. Some drinking, some eating, wide awake and looking forward of the holiday of a lifetime. Others tired, weary. Deals done, business dealt with. Dozing, dreaming of home.
‘Come fly with me’, I sing. Not very well. I write a message with my finger. ‘Hey, I’m down here, wave to me!’ I want my finger to leave a trail of white words, but it doesn’t. Oh well.
I’m burning. Where’s my sun lotion?
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Thank you Sadje for hosting Monday’s What Do You See? photo prompt.


I enjoyed your reflections on looking up!
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i’m pleased, thank you!
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I often gaze up at the contrails and think, ‘Gah the buggers took off without me again!’ haha A great reflective story, Keith. Well done.
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way to reach out!
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This is lovely, Keith. How often have we lain down, looking up at that blue sky and tracing the white lines, or the clouds or whatnot.
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Dreamy write, dear Keith. You know what’s funny? Whenever I’m outside on my deck and a plane flies overhead, I’ll wave and wonder if anyone can see me from way up there in the wild blue yonder. Maybe …. with binoculars!
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Ah, what hopes and dreams are contained in one of those flying machines? We never know, do we.
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I remember when an AWAC passed overhead and my Mum asked what it was. I told her it was there to welcome her for her holiday and she could wave if she wanted. So she did, bless her. She stayed for a month and it was so good to spoil her and have her all to myself for a little while.
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I would much rather be on the sandy beach, than up above in one of those planes Keith! ✈️
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Love this contemplative poem Keith. Thank you so much for joining in.
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Ah, the beach… and the sky – delightful (apart from going red). Good one, Keith.
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Excellent added perspective. And very possible an answer to why skywriting is so often seen when lying on the beach.
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I loved that, Keith!
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
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‘Where is my sun lotion.’ Now, that’s a practical thing you remembered. Nice story, Keith. Imaginative.
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That sounds exactly like the conversations in my head. And especially for what I would entertain were I at the beach. Good job, Keith!
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