The Red Parasol By Alfred Glendening

Standing with admiration in front of, "The Red Parasol" by: Alfred Glendening. My thought blends and melts into the colour of every brush stroke on the canvas. Into a daydream haze, I vanish moving slowly onto the sand. Warm grains of sand seeping between my tan toes. Sunlight holds my face up with its golden streams; I take a deep breath of the cool refreshing breeze, Embracing me with its tendrils of briny sea scent Weaving through my hair lulling me to calmness. I approach the two girls, deep in conversation. One in blue sitting on a rock holding a bouquet of wildflowers, The other girl in pink sitting by her red parasol. I seem to be invisible; I listen to their conversation of secret love. After a few minutes I stroll out, Sit on the beach and take in the view with hunger, Taste the sea's harmony and grace. A tap on my shoulder brought me out of my trance. "Venice, are you ready to advance to the next canvas?" 5/6/2016 The Red Parasol, 1895 by Alfred, Jr. Glendenin...