CANDY SOULED DAY:

This morning was a candy shop day. The clouds, sugar pink candy floss swirls, whirling across an royal icing sky that was hard, cold & brittle. The golden syrup sun melting & dripping into the minty cool sea, gloopy & cloying, making you want to dip your finger into the moulten liquid & lick its sweetness off your sticky fingers. The crisp ice-cream breeze freezing our cheeks as it cheekily kissed us in passing, on its way to the cranberry rock of Calpe, rosy in the distance, caressed by the rising sun. Sugar almond seagulls, tossed into the sweet morning by joy itself, dipping their wing tips into the briny converting saline breath into sweetness of life. Stiff, cold palm trees, green menthol lollipops, standing to attention, just waiting for the heat of day to loosen their arms. All before us was sweet & tempting & made us feel like children once again, with the burdens of adulthood lifted from our souls.