Have you missed me? I have missed you. I'm sorry for not having written, but things have been a little up in the air.
Walking through a field, letting old and new thoughts in my head interweave and intertwine, flowing together like a palette of colours stirred and mixed. Or maybe like soup.
It wasn't much of a field, really, but if I looked down at my feet I could pretend that it stretched for miles either side of me rather than mere metres or so. I could look down at my feet and pretend that the world is very, very large, and admit to the fact that I really have no idea which direction I am truly heading, and that all I know is how to put one foot in front of the other, one step at a time - all the while, breathing in the spring air freshly chilled by rain, appreciating every blade of grass for what it is, every light, every shadow.
Posted by sniffles at December 15, 2001 11:38 PM