The Sun

The sun beat down furiously on every inch of the camp bathing everything in molten gold. Everything metal reflected the fat old sun in the sky. I drove out with no direction and ended up in Little India. I sat down at a corner coffee shop and ordered a plate of onions and chili fried in batter and had two bottles of beer. On the way back to camp I drove straight into a condominium and walked out to a little corner coffee shop and caught another bottle of beer. The sun shone fiercely still. When I got back to camp I stopped by the pool. I took my clothes off and dipped my toes in the water. It was welcoming and I jumped in and swam a few laps. Under water I closed my eyes as I swam and thought of floating through rings of fire towards misty mountains never molested by men. When I opened my eyes I could see the shadows of the birds flying overhead cast on the floor of the pool. After a few laps I rolled out of the pool and lay flat on the floor with my face to the sun and the sun on my face. It was a beautiful day.