Zichar
Senior Member
Spotted a couple to my right making their way to the top
And simply decided to follow their tracks, using them to pace myself
Bad idea, because they seem particularly fit
With my own steps seemingly lost in the sand that they have set loose
My aching legs and overall fatigue then conspired with my photographic mind
To let them get ahead and take them when they were at the top of the ridgeline
I stopped, leaning forward to prevent myself from slipping down
And in seeming nonchalance, took long hard swigs from my near emptying bottle
My other hand fiddling with the dials and controls
Bringing it up to my eye, she suddenly plopped down ... and started removing her footwear!
Tipping them over, little mounds of sand appeared in a stream, Pig Pen from Peanuts
Oh now, both of them turning back to look around, eyes trained on me I'm sure,
those sunshades hiding furrowed brows and dagger stares
Bury my head in the sand indeed, there wasn't much I could do but wait
for an endless series of moments, seconds turned into minutes,
rivulets of sweat build up merge to gush down
A half-hearted breathless whistling tune escaping from between my lips
I wanted to yell, Oh c'mon, get a move on
She finally scrambled up to her feet and I took a quick snap
Both them and I, back on our own ways
And simply decided to follow their tracks, using them to pace myself
Bad idea, because they seem particularly fit
With my own steps seemingly lost in the sand that they have set loose
My aching legs and overall fatigue then conspired with my photographic mind
To let them get ahead and take them when they were at the top of the ridgeline
I stopped, leaning forward to prevent myself from slipping down
And in seeming nonchalance, took long hard swigs from my near emptying bottle
My other hand fiddling with the dials and controls
Bringing it up to my eye, she suddenly plopped down ... and started removing her footwear!
Tipping them over, little mounds of sand appeared in a stream, Pig Pen from Peanuts
Oh now, both of them turning back to look around, eyes trained on me I'm sure,
those sunshades hiding furrowed brows and dagger stares
Bury my head in the sand indeed, there wasn't much I could do but wait
for an endless series of moments, seconds turned into minutes,
rivulets of sweat build up merge to gush down
A half-hearted breathless whistling tune escaping from between my lips
I wanted to yell, Oh c'mon, get a move on
She finally scrambled up to her feet and I took a quick snap
Both them and I, back on our own ways
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