Reblogged from The Magical World of G. Michael Vasey:

Imag: Pixabay

Confused, you watch the others to see how it is done. After all, they are now all old hands at everything here. Tanned, comfortable and relaxed, the other guests seem almost brash in their state of relaxation. It’s hard not to contrast that with our own state of Lilly-whiteness and awkwardness, and of course, we do casting admiring glances at the other guests commenting in hushed tones to each other about them.

It’s a mixed bunch. There is the woman who is not just remarkably tanned but very evenly tanned to boot. She moves like a Queen with her head held high and shoulders back as if gliding a catwalk and everything she does is done with a willful grace and poise that probably hides a deep lack of self confidence. She sits holding her phone and appears to be seeking a good picture but in reality she has it in selfie mode and she is examining her own appearance like a bronzed narcissist. Her husband or lover seems a normal sort and drinks his cold beer in silence ignoring his wife’s antics.

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