another word swims by, pearly grey and shiny
, as it teasingly flips its tail through the course of our conversation. *dip
* can you feel the coolness of the water
a silvery pale stream through a sparse pine forest...definitely a high
altitude sensation to be had, and yet the water is not too cold; just a
pleasing comfort to detract from the oppressive heat of the world outside the woods.
running at top speed, almost gliding above the ground you're so fast,
through chest-high white and orange poppies, plum-red foxglove. hazy
around the edges, everybody's laughing, everybody's happy; every ache and pain, every doubt or trace of guilt has dissolved. you are free again, a child; this is the light itself in death.