Doing it

Oh! I could do it on beach. (Is there a drink named after it? I must be mistaken). Any time of the day, or night. Although, night might be a problem. Visibility issues. You cannot do it if you cannot see. Sure thing, a lot depends on what’s on the mind, your thoughts, your imagination, blah blah … but still, some light is necessary, which can be arranged I’m sure. So yes, I could do it on a beach.  I know, your dream too, maybe? A clean and quiet beach, swaying palm trees, setting sun and … warm wind. I don’t like the cold. It disturbs it all. I like to keep it warm. It’s not the same thing otherwise. Never tried this before, but some vodka and lime alongside might make imagining even better. They say a lot of men and women do it under influence, and are masters at it. I will try! Oh but wait … crabs. Would I want to be bitten when I'm least aware of my surroundings? No, not me.

How about a mountain? A mountain sounds good. But you know, I’m not the kind who likes to get tired. I like to take it easy, not sweat it out like mules in heat. So I have to be transported to the destination comfortably. And then, just lay sit back and enjoy the view, as if created especially for me. The hills and valleys, the wild grass. The terraces the contours and the sun-kissed … oh yes, I could do it in the mountains. Lee-ward side, so no rain disturbs me doing it. I’m as wary of getting wet as a cat is. And then knowing you are actually on solid ground, rooted and down to earth yet still on the top. That feeling of being on the top! What a feeling. The wind and clear air might make me do it like never before. I know some who have tried the mountains for it. They swear by the experience. Only problem? Cold. How much can you do with frozen hands? Or goosebumps all over? What if the light goes off, they say mountains are haunted. No, I could do without scary spies in the dark, thank you. 

Forests are charming. You are sure you are alone, the quiet is undisturbed. The birds call, the sun tries to peek inside through the thick canopy, wondering, what exactly are you up to. Maybe on a log or a bed of dry leaves.  The rustle will echo and add to the sounds around, to your ideas too maybe. What better than being in the most untouched and primal place to get down to it? To get in touch with your own pith, the core that makes you what you are. Primal! Like all worldly thoughts shed, no rules no lines not even any fear. Just do it. Keep doing it, for who is there to stop you? No door bell, no phone, no bathroom … no bathroom? No, wait, stop the dream. We all need a little ceramic close at hand. Sorry forest but that just broke my dream. No more of you too!

I guess it is okay then. Why dream. My dining table does just fine. Teak and glass, combined. Solid and with a plug point near at hand. We’re staying right here, lappie, and this is where we’ll do it, you and me combined.

This is where we will write.

[Written for WordPress Daily Prompts : 365 Writing Prompts aimed at posting at least once a day, based on the prompts provided. The prompt for today was: Places - Beach, mountain, forest, or somewhere else entirely?]