A Feast For The Eyes.

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 !