Changing clothing during the day is not <br />entirely frivolous, it serves a real purpose <br />different clothes to make various activities <br />interesting - washing dishes, fun wearing <br />swimsuit and shorts to freely splash water <br />and soap everywhere, mopping floor after- <br />wards, barefoot to feel fancy free <br /> <br />Off to the pool for a dip, lying with a book <br />in the sun, long pants to survive the cold <br />study, off to the shops with a different top <br />to look almost smart casual, the large pink <br />kimono shirt has been outlawed, too bright <br />and too weird, grabbing Tiaan’s old winter <br />fleeces when twilight coolly descends <br /> <br />Wearing green camouflage Saturday, playing <br />at being a soldier in communist Russia - the <br />eternal legacy of my reading Konsalik when <br />I was small and fell in love with his delighted <br />rendition of the passionate Russian characters <br />enduring the Siberian cold with an attractive <br />and amazing kind of panache <br /> <br />Reminding me of Ivan Rebroff, a deep bass <br />singing The Volga Boatsman, None But The <br />Lonely Heart could understand how much <br />dreams mean to me…<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2010-03-20-green-camouflage/
