a long ledge of grass works its way through the edge of the water and this is where my short knobby feet pitter-patter across dipped green and brown slush earth. dawn is always such an awakening. the sun rising always surprising even with its steadfast timer ticking and tocking in our bodies, its music and life dedicating itself to our cold nimble shoulders giving us the chance to really breathe again.

"and this is where my forrest would be," my brain actively accepting your coming. your fingers drapped in mine as we walk through the path the trees have made for us.




i'm dreaming of marbles again, twilering their way around our bodies.


asleep.