This is not the Valley of the Sun of which I speak. Our sun doesn't warm, it bakes. Our leaves (if they can be called leaves) don't dance and sigh. They draw blood, as does every other tree, bush, flower, plant, cactus, or weed we may be able to grow here. And doesn't the word "valley" suggest that there should be some sort of higher ground around ... somewhere ... anywhere?
Despite these obvious drawbacks I am growing to love living here. The only downside, negative, unfavorable, disadvantageous, worrisome part is the sun blindness.
"What is sun blindness," you ask. It is when the sun causes immediate, irreversible blindness. Hence the name - sun blindness. Appropriate isn't it? Yes, I think so too. Coincidentally named maybe? I think not. A figment of my sun baked imagination? I will admit to nothing.
There is no cure for sun blindness. Precautions must be taken. We must be ever vigilant, never slacking. No place is safe. That's right. NO PLACE!
Not even the bath.....
3 comments:
So he's just prepping for when he's an olympic swimmer and has to wear goggles in the water, yeah?
Terrible cute.
That rocks :)
Man, it will be good to see you guys.
You are such a great writer!
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