Sep 25, 2007 11:36
(and no, i have no idea how it happened or what to make of it. six weeks ago i was panicking and sending off emails. buying fabric and dreading all those planes rides.)
"it is quiet like whispers...and pressing play on a tape recorder"
no, not at all. it is laughing and smirks, glass lenses and loud music. it is rolicking and generally boisterous, we are small and fit together perfectly.
it is drinking and sleeping and waking up to go home. playful and pleasant, so much more than that.
i've caught up, i'm afraid.