disappearing acts
June 22, 2016 § 2 Comments
It has been thirteen days since we first disappeared beneath the sun. If I am absent among my words, I am more present in the minutes given to conscious distraction.
Weekend meals with old friends stick to weekdays stretched across an almost empty beach. I have fallen in and out of new books and squandered an afternoon among dreams.
Time feels both endless and fleeting as days blur and minutes unwind in extravagant simplicities. Watermelon cubed and chilled pasta salad, white bread that presses pleasantly in hurried bites; sunset dinners and afternoon ice cream cones.
My tidy list of summer promises and curiosities sits forgotten beneath open faced books and notes that loop around fragmented wonderings. Calendar dates like photographs not yet developed.
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Ah summer…memories for the Winter, but what a way to go 🙂
Each morning I stretch into the sunshine, slipping languidly from dreams to daytime; even in motion I feel still.