where we're going
Click to viewand i imagine this playing, we are dancing on poppy breeze and cruising along the highway, and the sunlight is dappled, like a strobe light that pulsates in and out of focus, "until you came to me", "until it came to be", and the hypnotic gyrations of a gaze caught between two people, both whom would rather tear up than turn away, the canter of a music-box jingle, memories on a carousel, a bit blurry, there is motion and laughter and flurried lights, a dark thrumming in the background, as the film reel flips to a montage, hyper cuts, jump cuts, of arms around shoulders, and heads back in giggles, and feet pointed in the same direction, the northern crooks of smiles, dimples deepening ever so slightly, thennnnnn the jagged violin and the click-clock of a pendulum, and the light begins to dawn, over-exposed, and the world spins around and we are at a beach, we are on a hiking trail, we are in the thick of a forest, we are on a sand dune, we are on cobblestone, we are under torii gates, we are over the crests of hills, we are among thistles and sunflowers and lavender all around, as the sun shines, and it pans towards the golden bath, like alternating diamonds, until the final sparkle turns to white, and a hovering ellipsis...
i can't wait. :)