Posts in July 10, 2006
And when the warm orange air spilled sand onto the shore of the Atlantic, I felt the urge to run barefoot through the cool ocean foam, to leap from unexpected waves and squint at the sunset rays. I kicked off my sandals and flew to the water's edge, stepping on rare shells and gray algae that found refuge from the elements on our shore.
Once upon a time, when we met after hours of separation, we couldn’t help but hug each other. It felt so good to embrace, to feel like ourselves again, you being you, me being me, us being us...
Last night I dreamed of Plusha. I was visiting her. She lived in this amusing studio room. I had brought my jewelry — all sorts of trinkets — to show her. But she was busy with a young man and didn’t seem eager to make time for me. So I took out a little box with her “treasures” and started examining them.