Advertisement
Published: January 30th 2012
I squat down in the afternoon heat behind a lamp post casting a great shadow across my body resolutely flowing on to the tarmac. I wipe the beads of sweat from my upper lip and remember how my boyfriend teases me over it.<span><span> It’s rare but it happens and when it does I know it’s hot. I look to my right and see the next lamp post shadow is taken by an elderly man who smiles ...
Read Full Entry
Advertisement
Tot: 0.199s; Tpl: 0.009s; cc: 21; qc: 114; dbt: 0.1067s; 1; m:domysql w:travelblog (10.17.0.13); sld: 1;
; mem: 1.4mb
anabela kenworthy
non-member comment
Seeking shade in the shadow of a lampost.
It was engrossing to read your feeling of finding yourself in a moving crowd specially because I was only once in a similar situation at a festival in Buthan and I do empathize how you felt and the relief when it is over. My best wishes for the next adventure. Great photos. Anabela x