The warm afternoon sun, which made me seek respite in cooler shadows, brought about reveries. It must have been the sight, the smell and the silence. The warmth, and the kids playing. I don't know what i mused about really. I only know that it was something warm and fuzzy in my heart, something that yearned to be yanked out from the back of my head. Which did not occur because by then i had already reached my hunble abode.
(And of course that was paradoxically a relief because it was much cooler, but i was eager to actually see the blur lines become vivid, and for the figures to take shape, bringing about the corners of the mouth to lift, and my head to shake as if to muse about my silliness.)
Oh salad days. I miss you! And to quote Rachel, i like salad!
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