2002.09.24
The time span doesn’t seem as relevant as it did three or four months ago. ‘Six months’ seemed so long. Now it’s amazing how quickly it’s come.
I blame it on the curvature of space.
Time doesn’t behave properly when I’m with her.
I hold her in my arms for days.
I get caught in her gaze and feel seconds slow to a crawl; then the sudden electric jolt as I catch up with time.
An endless afternoon of deepest lazy summer, each breath holding a promise of forever.
Clouds pass overhead at a dizzying pace; a tempest of motion and expression, stealing my breath as I try to hang on.
One moment lasts for perfect hours, while another is gone almost before it began.
Every moment.
Six months of happiness.
Six months of joy.
Six months of beauty.
I blame it on the curvature of space.
Time doesn’t behave properly when I’m with her.
I hold her in my arms for days.
I get caught in her gaze and feel seconds slow to a crawl; then the sudden electric jolt as I catch up with time.
An endless afternoon of deepest lazy summer, each breath holding a promise of forever.
Clouds pass overhead at a dizzying pace; a tempest of motion and expression, stealing my breath as I try to hang on.
One moment lasts for perfect hours, while another is gone almost before it began.
Every moment.
Six months of happiness.
Six months of joy.
Six months of beauty.