Insurmountable (Nov25)

One serious challenge there left behind on the Void, the one nearest the house, this afternoon going out for lunch. Table immediately by the path at the turn. Not for the faint-hearted, that. Pair of gals sitting on the stumps with a Malay grandad between, all fixed on their phones. The other was the worn little waif who had appeared last couple months and been passed a two once or twice. Surprised the lady, especially coming from a bule, unasked and unexpected. Going by, the big gal caught the attention and returned same along the very same channel. Click. Click. Rounding back two minutes later in a dither what-to-do, the lady raised her eyes once more, the messaging more properly transmitted. Smile blossoming. Hmm, yep. / Hmmm, indeed. Likely come over from the neighbouring isle, making do with the other gal someplace; 2 - 3 day visa was usual. Bundle of bulging goods there firmly packed was fitting for the season at year’s end. Without putting too fine a point on it, the pillowing & comfort offered by that lass would ease all the troubles known to unman man. 180 - 90 pound, good portion of which contained within the carefully laundered, pristine white jeans. Picasso had painted viragos with scissor thighs that size. Tree trunks would be unkind & disrespectful. At her age in the Malay form there was chance of tight firmness, as the explosive line of seam certainly did suggest. Pink top & scarfed. Man of a certain age would be kidding himself imagining that body could be carted aloft in the preferred way with some useful effect. Possibly just for starters, for testing the waters; seeing where the stresses lay. Doubtful as it seemed, it would be worth exploring whether there might be found some degree of separation, a wee wriggle room in which to operate. As always, the scarf helped in that framing of the oval that produced even here a hint of cherubic purity. Oh, Sweetie! Honey pie! Blessed be the day! Button lips seemed an uncanny bounty of nature here, the smile stretching slightly.