The sky was ablaze. Copious shades of blue, white filtered through undeterminable shades of red. Blended, melted into a mosaic of heavenly delight!
Into this utopian setting the Bluenoser did step into the inland sea to retrieve what he hoped was filled with gold. Seekers of pleasure and relief from the heat frolicked in the water as the Bluenoser swung his Aquatic Guru with leisurely , seasoned practiced swings learned from years of repetition. A sound. A sound like no other...a mere quarter. Followed by more which brought great pleasure.
A strange sound, a sieve that was raised from its watery berth........a stunning moment.....that was not to be!
Undaunted the swish continued with limited success.
To the earth did the swinger retreat with a utensil for consuming food which was located along with bracelets disguarded by the uncaring. Funds added.
Without warning the sky became that of hades....dark billowing clouds from the nether world. Encompassed by darting moisture from the above the Bluenoser did seek shelter...the day was done. Quota was not in the cards.
The Bluenoser did relish in the comfort of his humble abode....dreaming of November.....dreaming of the fields where Romans, Saxons and peasants wandered the fields creating ....history!