So today was going to be something different but I had an idea in the car - taking something macro and refocussing on the minute micro details, like a ship in a bottle. This kind of got away from me a little bit but I like what I write which is rare:
Where We Were
And here - the creeping ivy veil climbing the eggshell walls to cling to the thatch, cat-like gripping the edge of a table. The roof, sweeping down in a fringe to just above the single pane windows. A well-beaten path treads through a garden teeming with colour; a dream of spring. There, birdsong, a tune we danced to. Beyond, perhaps, is a lake. Somewhere to dive and disappear and be reborn as we break through the glass surface and breathe the new air. Swimming close enough to feel the coolness of your skin. The trees, pine needles shedding about their knotted roots watch over us as we move together - swans in a mating dance. Here, in our moment of paradise - the longing to return. To here. To each other’s arms; birds calling out half of the same song and hoping to hear its echo.
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