In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Eat, Drink, and Be Merry….”
Well, I have had the day to think about this one. I repeatedly had the same thought. I don’t want to go out on a full stomach with that uncomfortable “Oh, I ate to much ” feeling; so, I think no feasting for me. In fact I might even fast. Maybe I’d sip on a carrot and beet juice, what am I saying… I’m not a sipper.
On the last day of the world, I might want to feast on something completely different like the view from a mountain top, or the horizon of sea and sky while sitting comfortably on a soft sanded beach. I have never been up in a hot air balloon, and that would be a treat. I could invite friends, and we could talk of many things except future plans. I think I’d like to go into Butchart Gardens and pick fresh flowers, I’d be arrested for that on any other day. I would probably sing a lot throughout the day, especially when I was walking outside along the street. I would want to write just one poem about how I feel on this very last day of the world. I’d like to make sure that all those that I love know it and if I could share a smile or laughter with every one that crossed my path on this special day…well that would be bonus.
Okay Okay ! Maybe at the very end of the day I could have a small piece of cheese cake with either a raspberry or strawberry topping… but it would have to be fresh berries with a sweet glaze…
No big bang stuff here… I’ll keep it simple and vigilante of my feelings and the sensitivities of others.
And I bid you all ADIEU !