Monday, February 14, 2005

last year at this time i said....

don't you feel like it needs to be summer? February and march have been the two worst months in the year for the last two years now. I am dying for spending whole chunks of time outside in the sun, or under starry skies. I am white and need a tan and some sunshine pervading mind and body. Last summer was a pretty good one, but I promise you that this summer is going to be even better. It's going to be full of musical adventures and hot hot heat and river ocean streaming lakes and twinkle twinkle fire burn bright and soggy tents and thunderstorms and cowboy hats and long dark hair with hands in, and pink and orange good mornings and good nights and rainy day naps and long and winding roads with sparkle tunes and green leaves rustling and mosh pitting and sweat trickling and brown arms and salty lips and starry heads full of sunny day thoughts and barefoot and bare legs and bared hearts and porch sitting and whispered secrets in velvet nights and thick grass and yellow fields and skirts shortly and the biggest chaos yet, and fires galore and I do's and everything melts in the heat did you realize? everything. This is the promise of the months to come, it should be enough to sustain through this oppression. Fogs lift. I cannot wait.

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