Sunshine galore gleaming in glorious swathes in all manner of ecosystems.
Summer in its element with all its periodic fickleness, fluctuations and abrupt metamorphosis,is nonetheless the friend the relation of those who yearn for relief and rejuvenation from the winter's quite frequent glacial ice and snow onslaught.
The horrid flurries strafed by grit and mud crushed chippings.
The quivers and shivers of fireside imposed reclusiveness a reprieve by comparison.
Even spark guards might seem to those who hallucinate a bulwark.
But then
is this summer a benign entity, part of the family jewellery that every human being on this earth in turmoil extols in treasure trove upbeat vintage tracks and goes into raptures over depending on your perspective.
Yet summer is a labyrinthine burning hot furnace in the sky we implore in passionate chants for
and by the same token
wail and filibuster against
when it arrives.
Intriguingly a parallel knee jerk backlash when it dispenses hot lava fireballs of heat in superfluous excess blobs.
But then there are anchors, arbitrators and intermediaries between the summer and its
oft oblong offshoots.
There is this stereotypical notion of a weather forecaster which I will go to extraordinary great lengths to avoid.
Ambrose might be atypical or a chronic specimen quintessential.
We shall respect this person as a man with a protruding academic jowl , drole, amiable and laughs at the pun laden esoteric expressions of his discipline which is anything but disciplined indeed anarchic and appears in all dimensions this jumbled risible jokeshop planet has to offer.
Ambrose has this adjustable tone which often he extrudes and infuses and enthuses with an affability affected but no less disarming and infectious.
There is an eclectic pigment hue’d sleek charm to Ambrose.
Everybody’s cordial colleague or relative.
That close relation who aspires to fountains of lightning flash exhilaration.
Like the summer Ambrose is quick to spot the potential in possible environmental upheaval or prolonged spells of captivating sunshine suffused with mint fragrant breezes.
Again the sapient visionary Ambrose.
It seems like we classify the seasons into squabbling elements like families who are sometimes prone to nuclear fission over issues hardly of the circuit fusing ilk, always highly controversial and fractious yet the stuff of wry yarn scorn.
The seasons such as summer such an integral part of what might now be known as the evolving eco envelope of the characters in the unearthly earthly plot that we as human beings have inadvertently or otherwise scripted from down the aeons grating smoke billow menageries.
The family of root foundations so elemental in their matchless impact.
Brothers and sisters of clans that gel and sometimes have a falling out that is acrimonious.
Temperatures, mists. haze, dew, waters, beaches, shores, winds and gust, fog.
Quite an extended cluster, a clan that impinges and impacts.
Yet summer reminiscent in a vast chain of instances like Christmas is that calendar hugging show piece on the wall that is that obtrusive reminder of the multitudinous fractured and but also spontaneous miraculously bosom sidekick the weather in its enigmatic tantalising totality can be.
You can count the summer as the very apex of an upper echelon of ongoing elastic metaphor known as the extravagant interaction between the unique being and uproarious associates and other human conjugations.
Like each connection and sentient link it’s quite astounding that something as fundamental as an odyssey to the beach and other perhaps dreamed of excursions so exotic has this elliptical endemic close proximity to us
in what might seem like surface mechanical parts but in actual fact have this potential for a masked intimacy which is an ultimate benefit.
Subconsciously the Summer is this ripe orchard wordplay or silken symposium as a graphic mathematical entity.
Has it not got the world in frantic quests for geometric contoured solutions to encluster its dream steam rash of sunburst ripples?
In monumental instances the summer is that one close reliable friend with that inconvenient interjection that may seem …… MY WEATHER APP I KNOW SOMEONE WORKING IN THAT AREA.
A bit shaken for just a moment because it can DAWN on me and everyone else that dawn is not just a personal identifier.
Summer is a lush portrait peddler of panoplies that very spectacular cinematic entity that can prod, probe and peer.
“Amorohous groups huddled together in octobereal type cliques, tepee tenants with wafting barbecued sumptuous feast tofu, beetroot treated soya based meat palette cheaters.
Festivals abound as one casts razor sharp squinting eye to reflection on mirror sculpted minds and that optical eavesdrop known as the piercing gaze.
Yes that summer is a hazardous hover over Svengali that folks pin their highest aspirations on but are equally cowed by. “
The summer season propels even on odd occasions phenomena that can stun when its temperatures soars upwards in an eagle defiant fashion testing the resolve even of those who wallow recklessly or not in searing swathes but that might apply to certain regions who are extremely heat acquiescent.
Around the world this season as in the ether chameleon character drops in to sustain yet scupper.
Just as Ambrose is a universal uncle, brother then Alisha that twinkle twin symbolic universal tourist or traveller who is anxious not to put a foot astray on the radio or on television who is as earnest a purveyor of consumer bliss and euphoric entitlement as one can envisage.
A heaven on earth icon like Ambrose for the person whose mood depends on a variety of weather symmetries in a lavender slush pot pourri of enticing holiday escapes yet continually give the lie to concept of escapism on the grounds of unusual sapphire settings igniting hearts and minds alight for posthumous iridescent party canvass.
On can imagine that avuncular relative known as the summer discharging its role with a bouquet of invigorating scents, in nebulous alluring mountain peaks that insinuate their magic stoic solidity,
indigo tint splatter atmospheres day and night whilst encountering the elated jubilant indigenous people who volunteer gladly to leave an enduring impression with their own conviviality on tourists who with relished zeal return.
Yet all the time you have wisterias of dreams for a SUMMER ADVOCATE such as Ambrose who would long to be that magician waving the magic wand eternally.
They would long to manipulate and innovate picturesque sun induced surreal slide shows that could serve as a fly off point for future time capsulists.
The mystic meteorologist contrasting and defying in the most august display the contour stretching inclinations of a summer spectrum.
The sunny season though not quite SILLY SEASON? maybe underpinned in traditional approaches even though for multifarious factors including a teethering environment and dilatory under pressure time lag from those quite rose tinted eye sparkling schemes to ensure and enshroud crystalline transports to result in blossoming garden of Eden
leafy cascade swirl paradises in which June to September alone would not be the sole family relative we rely on.
Afterall, the Ambroses Alisha’s of this world who in replicate clogged channels and news outlets endeavour to echo elements of perfectionist descriptions and otherworlds which are a facilitating form that’s also a source of sustainability of an incendiary glow orb mood.
We must not allow amnesia to blind us to characters that adorn beaches, sunspots, and the elevating fusion of warm summer wafts in cities which due to that summer of another variety ( Ambrose and their ancilliaries) who toil away as dons and deans to fathom mathematical projects to temper divine heat waves with gusts of shimmery ice cube apt air.
But the summer esoteric shaper or destroyer shares a common frustrating character trait with what is usually in an overblown consensus.
Whether the likes of Ambrose or Alisha at the core of all these engagements, entanglements, enchantment which form an intrusive coterie we experience and often endure as well as enjoy as the seasons which have the appearance of a relationship can self adjust is speculative.
On the subject of seasons and seasonal mutations and brotherly sisterly concord
of the most fervent design
the composer of this piece, the brother of Jay A Pallen, the most impressive person I have ever met and love will be arriving in my country just as the summer that beyond the galaxy brother and sister has for the current phase evanesced.
I’ll be looking to Ambrose And Alicia for surreal guidance in my preparations and hope like Alicia I DON’T
MAKE ANY MISTAKES!
Or indeed another person I’m fond of quoting to my sister - “ And I do hope I don’t make any mistakes.”
Yet as the SUMMER humming bright gusty numbers algebraic complex and sinusoidal in its wake slinks off maybe they might return briefly in solar aura form to the delight of both Jay and I even in fleeting splurges.
NOW THAT IDEA HAS POTENTIAL and I’m now quoting someone else that I once knew from the mists of time.
This piece is dedicated to
Jay A Pallen the most astounding,, gifted genius ever and caring person
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