My Day in the Sun

I had a case of the sniffles (darn this rolley coaster weather) and so I decided to turn my face to the sun. The air was saturated with 77 degrees of warmth and a 14 mph north westerly breeze kept the sun's rays feeling like soft feathery touches upon my skin. I was determined to soak as much of it in as possible before this journey's delight was over.

It was probably simple exhaustion or maybe the delirium; but whatever it was, it felt wonderful to sit still. No fidgeting. No endless chattering going on in my mind. No desire to get up and "do something". I wondered how long it was possible to stay in such a state of Nirvana. I wasn't worrying about any of the UV rays for a change. Today, I would only absorb vitamins C and D - the au naturale way. No bottles. No pills.

I always thought that if I were a flower, I would be a brilliant red, bold canna. However, my uplifted face was following the travels of this summer's end sun across the clear azure sky. Today, I was beginning to feel more like a sunflower. My petals were fluttering in the balmy wind and I began to worry about the tiny birds who were waiting "in the wings" (so to speak) to nibble on my seeds. Yes, I must definitely be feverish. Tee Hee.

Georgia O'Keeffe painted cannas, along with lots and lots of other flowers. She was also fascinated by the organic shapes of bones and they were the subjects for many of her abstract compositions. Of course, van Gogh's sunflowers are still alive and soooo world famous. This is my humble watercolor inspired from "my day in the sun." A great line from T.S. Eliot's poem - Memory.