clever sunburn
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Halifax, 2004.05.08
One more sunny day before my girlfriend is due to leave. By the end of the day, I'd managed to singe the side of my face lying on my patio with her.
We'd arranged ourselves on my little exercise mat so that each of us could rest our head on the other's shoulder. A bit clever, I thought.
Not so much. Only one side of my face wound up with any colour, and that was all red. Unlike the little book I bought on aquariums, which resisted being read as I slowly dozed in the sun.