purplehaze,sausageeggandchips

I'm transported back in time, to a wintery day on the seafront at Barry Island in South Wales. Vivid, lovely, full of life. Thanks.

"Back on the land, nothing can move quickly in snow. People walking like ducks, as if on burning coals, like they had no knee joints, the world inhabited by wooden tops. Legs straight and tight, full of fear and holding back. I want to open the door and shout, ‘Just slide. Just go for it, glide, fly, embrace it. Fall on your arse. Have egg and chips. Find your inner child. Enjoy yourself!’ Lovely, exuberant writing; Purplehaze likes purple prose (e.g. the cutting of the egg) which she gets away with, for me, because it's investing joy in commonplace things. Makes me wants to go to Blackpool in the snow!

What is "chi"? Aside from that a wonderful little thought piece. I like your choice of words, nice structure. There is an art to painting word pictures, you have a knack for it. Again enjoyed it very much. My favorite is scrambled eggs, crisp bacon. home fries, and thick slices of toast slathered with butter. Oh, and a big mug of steaming black coffee. RKC Verba Volant, Scripta Manent

Ach, this is edible. Has entirely changed my mood at work. I am envious for a few reasons, the fact you have written this so so well and I would love to be able to write prose, and the fact that you went to the sea recently and ate egg and chips on your own and danced with the sea without caring. I rather like you identiless online person. Span

Ah, now I can only think about sausage egg and chips and I dont eat chips or eggs. I might today though. Span