she's got a needle and a thread

Jul 21, 2008 00:03

There's a music box playing a charming tinkling tune next to me. If I wanted to, I could pick it up. It would nestle into my hands in perfect proportions and transport me to childhood and into my professor's house. Tomorrow a little typewriter is arriving at my door.

She is the bearer of aged objects that give my home a greater time span. She makes me peppermint herbal iced tea to be consumed on the back deck with Bauhaus on a portable record player wafting out onto the garden. Her partner looks at her with the lovestruck eyes of a boy in love for the first time. She teases him with knowing grace.

Nights like this that I feel everything is going to alright.
 

bouts of magical escapism, friends, love, the life of objects, the ineffable

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