The Unbearable Lightness of Nothing Much to Do

[moneybelt]

Much Ado About Nothing. Nothing much to do. Perhaps mellowed souls look to stillness, exquisite silence. Of a world succumbed to eventual slumber. Long afternoons. Lazy mornings. Where everything happens to the clop clop clop of slow grinding hooves. Daily mantras of scoring at pool, decadence in the cleanest oil palm festered air one can find. I love horses and adore being in close vicinity as them. Having a fellow horse riding enthusiast for this 3D2N trip was the icing on top of it all. We braved treacherous trails of flat open paths amongst oil palms and other plantation crops at the blazing speed of 0.2 horse power. The weather was dandy, we were all swayed to a common calm of pre-meal relaxation at the end of the trail ride.  Couple of pool games, couple of beers, and lunch was served. The tiny slivers of expanded time, in Einstein's calculated bewilderment of relativity, was filled with pseudo-orthodox morals of  Sponge Bob and Depp. The emptiness of the resort, fairly empty of both children and amenities gave the guests chances to do nothing, where tanning while having conversations not constructive to improving mankind was... very legitimate. Walking the stables after a hearty breakfast was the norm, greeting each stallion or mare by their first name, very very acceptable. This is where it was possible, to have a go, at long satisfying stretches of lazy days.

Old horse manor

Blue skies yes
what a breeze
Golden Crown mornings
stable rounds
I know no magic but
this is too good
no complaints
no desire to be
anywhere else and
draw ice blended
mocha sweet
I forgot the time
almost  lost the key
fly conversations
beneath the trees
I taste the silence
so, let it be
keep me wishing for
a day like this
and you had to have lemon
in your ice
Tru Blu yes
what a breeze