safe haven.
2005-11-27 3:41 p.m.
day carried us in on its shoulders, and we were caught up, energetic, in the early morning, walking at one thirty toward commotion, a reflection of cloud cover providing our foundation -humans, unable to see at night, are incredibly adaptive, and take long days to heart when they approach, bottling up the sun in halogen for celebrities, a flashbulb break that means we've had the best of things
in passing.
we have hands manuevered to approach one another, softly carried by the cold, and we spendthe day on the couch listening to the wind attack our small home.