Contradictions.

The late morning sunshine pours into her bedroom, gently lulling her awake.  She hugs her pillow and smiles in gratification.  Cooks a batch of fresh pancakes and sips yet another frothy breakfast tea.  Pulling out her finest tropical aura garments and dabbing on her favourite red satsuma lipstick she enters into the afternoon heat.  The gentle rays catch her and pinpoint the concealed freckles on her face. 

 She wanders along the deco drive as if caught in a time passed by.  The tint of her sunglassed paints the picture and sets the scene of desires manifested in a long lost dream.  Bodies sheen in an oil glazed glow and watch as carnival dancers arrest in movement upon tacky table tops.  Open top cars glossed baby blue blur music to gain a glare of glory.  To catch attention, to make passers by stare at the prized location of fabulousness existing without a care. 

 She sees a man with a grey curling beard, deep in his eyes is happiness diluted with sorrow.  He sits leg bent in a shaded shop doorway, shying away from the blured chaos.  A wireless radio is his only company as it crackles in response.  The sunglass adorned faces refuse to remove their lense of denial and ignorance to something so real.  His gaze meets hers and his sadness dialates, he opens the plastic bag and joy attenuates his jaded vision.  She walks on and looks back over her shoulder as he rustles with the wrapper and whistles to his own tune.