I can't see my shadow
cause it can't keep up with me. I'm too busy, someone slow me down please. This is too fast of a pace and I'm tired of it being like this. It's not really bad, just too much too quickly. Demands, eh?
Something feels different today. Part of it could be that it's now February and the holiday residue has faded and January essentially sucks anyway. It's not all that noticeable but the days are longer, they are, you just have to look close. February is a short one too so that means March is even closer and March does bring spring even if in name only, it's still spring and they didn't name it March for nothing. Maybe it's just me but I swear I've heard some different bird sounds the past couple of days. First one was on Sunday and the sun was out and I think I sounded different too. It's officially time for me to start thinking about a spring sojourn and what's stopping me from thinking about my summer sojourn? Why nothing, and if I want I can even consider my autumnal wanderings.
I need a beach and some sun on my face and body and to hear and see the surf roll in and a walk with a cocktail at sunset would be a fine way to end the day too. I want to wear fewer clothes and I want you to wear even fewer than I do. I haven't been to a beach in awhile and maybe it's time. Long legged wading birds and long legged barefoot girls with red shoulders and noses pink and those freckles that fan out on glowing cheeks. The sounds gulls make that remind you constantly you are seaside and those huge black cawing birds all shiny almost blue and diving pelicans. And breezes coming in and I like the pastels that come at the end of the day where the sky gets a powder blue and tints clouds and sand pinkish and that's not the new pink, it's the pink of a billion sunsets and if you're lucky you get those oranges and fiery reds and you can almost hear the sizzle when the sun disappears.
Do you ever look better to yourself than after that shower and you see the day's glow on your face and arms and legs? You look back at the mirror and your eyes stand out more and the color goes perfectly with your clothes and your mood and that makes drinks and dinner a joy doesn't it? And then there is that mood lit moon shadowy water walk with her and I like taking her hand and slipping into the pool late too, quiet with just low spark talk that carrys so easily over water and that lapping at the side of the pool from slow swimming until you settle in against the side, maybe even where one of those flow spots rushes a stream of water against her pressed there with her toes pointing down buoyant and easy to move with her arms resting on concrete , wet faces slick together.
A beach like that.
Something feels different today. Part of it could be that it's now February and the holiday residue has faded and January essentially sucks anyway. It's not all that noticeable but the days are longer, they are, you just have to look close. February is a short one too so that means March is even closer and March does bring spring even if in name only, it's still spring and they didn't name it March for nothing. Maybe it's just me but I swear I've heard some different bird sounds the past couple of days. First one was on Sunday and the sun was out and I think I sounded different too. It's officially time for me to start thinking about a spring sojourn and what's stopping me from thinking about my summer sojourn? Why nothing, and if I want I can even consider my autumnal wanderings.
I need a beach and some sun on my face and body and to hear and see the surf roll in and a walk with a cocktail at sunset would be a fine way to end the day too. I want to wear fewer clothes and I want you to wear even fewer than I do. I haven't been to a beach in awhile and maybe it's time. Long legged wading birds and long legged barefoot girls with red shoulders and noses pink and those freckles that fan out on glowing cheeks. The sounds gulls make that remind you constantly you are seaside and those huge black cawing birds all shiny almost blue and diving pelicans. And breezes coming in and I like the pastels that come at the end of the day where the sky gets a powder blue and tints clouds and sand pinkish and that's not the new pink, it's the pink of a billion sunsets and if you're lucky you get those oranges and fiery reds and you can almost hear the sizzle when the sun disappears.
Do you ever look better to yourself than after that shower and you see the day's glow on your face and arms and legs? You look back at the mirror and your eyes stand out more and the color goes perfectly with your clothes and your mood and that makes drinks and dinner a joy doesn't it? And then there is that mood lit moon shadowy water walk with her and I like taking her hand and slipping into the pool late too, quiet with just low spark talk that carrys so easily over water and that lapping at the side of the pool from slow swimming until you settle in against the side, maybe even where one of those flow spots rushes a stream of water against her pressed there with her toes pointing down buoyant and easy to move with her arms resting on concrete , wet faces slick together.
A beach like that.
posted by Edge | 8:34 AM
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