Dreamy Sequence Outside Stock Image

A pastel blue behind a hazy gray;A Noon-time sky not clear, not overcast.A cool, light-stirring breeze meanders past;An idyll of an ordinary day.The softly whispered roar of surf and beachEnfolds, like fog, my elsewise silent street,While I, ensconced upon a cushioned seat,Hear distant mermaids singing, each to each.Their siren-song bestirs me to ariseAnd follow them along the nearby shore.“Come join us now!” they cry, “or nevermore!“Too soon will come an end to mid-day skies!”In haste, I rise and go, ere I grow old . . .I wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.1