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The Patio Umbrella-Life In The Shade

Do you have a patio umbrella? What if objects thought and felt and heard? How would a patio umbrella feel? Perhaps it's day would go something like this.

~Morning

At dawn I shake off the chill of the night while you enjoy the soft glow of the sunrise. How can I be useful today I wonder? I'm only a simple patio umbrella. You shuffle toward me in a robe with mug in hand and sit beneath me. Accepting the morning's dew, I remain cool as you quietly sip your coffee beneath the spead of my canvas. A few moments is all you spend. You leave: I wait for you.

~Mid-Day

The mid-day meal brings you back and I welcome the lilting giggles of the children you bring. They anticipate a delicious lunch with their smiles. Gently, the breeze cools my fluttering patio umbrella fingers. The sun beams fall towards the ones I protect. I keep the sun back from your small treasures. The sun attempts to creep to the other side and reach the little ones. You gentle keep them beneath my shadow. The meal ends, the dishes are taken away. I stand once again, waiting for you.

~Evening

I have waited and now all return, weary from the day and yet eager to tell each other of the joys and challanges of the previous hours. Listening to the stories I am delighted at the variety of experiences that are laid out in words before me. But what do I know? I am a patio umbrella: I know nothing of "work" or "school." The conversation dies down and seperate they all go from me. You remain a little while to gather what the others have left behind. Softly you hum to yourself. I am pleased with your company. Again you leave. I do not expect you back soon.

~Night

The breeze gains speed and soon a great wind is blowing. I remain strong, but my fringe is becoming tattered. I see you return, clutching your coat close to you. Squinting into the gale you begin to take me down. I fear you are not strong enough. You call to the others to help and suddenly I feel the little feet scramble to assist. I am inside now: a quiet, calm place. Could it be that I am so important, a simple patio umbrella? I lean against the wall enjoying the peaceful darkness. I think of you and wait for the morning. A useful patio umbrella.

Article Published: Thursday 9th August 2007