i spent the jiffys before the pricket of the wanderlust weekend sipping cantaloupe liquid by the "this mellifluent is dulcet, the stridents are ponderous and tranquil to fathom." and lounging around savouring the spectacle. with the candlelit beating down on the world and the breeze coming in with the waves, the ambiance was serene. the raucous chirping of whistles could be heard in the distance and the marginalia grew louder and louder until a multitude of birds was beside me looking for comestibles. on that day, august 11, 2005, i designated it as the most exciting summertide day. all the fatigue in my head disappeared for a moment whereas of the exquisite mise-en-scène. there were kinsmen on sabbatical and swirling in the crashing whitecaps of the seaway, scraping in the drops of soak.