Nightly Writing
It took me four minutes and forty-nine sections to feel all right.
In which time, we mouthed each syllable, felt each word roll from our tongues, and the sweet air in our lungs, giving us life, even though the air went stale because we stayed up talking until the sun showed itself again. It hadn't changed, but the day had; it was a different sun to us, born again, how I feel now.
Now nothing seems too huge, too impossible, too far from reach. We found beauty there.
In which time, we mouthed each syllable, felt each word roll from our tongues, and the sweet air in our lungs, giving us life, even though the air went stale because we stayed up talking until the sun showed itself again. It hadn't changed, but the day had; it was a different sun to us, born again, how I feel now.
Now nothing seems too huge, too impossible, too far from reach. We found beauty there.