May 16, 2011

Monday, May 16, 2011

There is a pebbly rock beneath my fingers. Water gulping and rushing around me. I can pretend I am on the edge of a waterfall, above empty space. I tell you this as you giggle and take pictures, the shutter clicking heavily in our still afternoon. Maybe we are in a sphere and the only ground that exists in the entire world is the grass under our blanket.


1 comment :

  1. Yum, Brrr, the final sentence, yum, this day. :)

    (I reckon my giggle was something to crash through the air and sweet thoughts. Oops! Nothing can be so smooth as honey with my ineloquence, hehehe.)


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