Sunday, July 4, 2010


...I am remembering. Lying on the trampoline on summer nights and squinting up at a trillion grains of light. Setting up little fairy-sized towns with plastic pools and fuzzy grass, cut through by miniature train tracks. Mists of woodsmoke on overcast afternoons, with the smell curling through the trees. The ache of a thousand castle stairs burning in my legs. Falling asleep to the careful rocking of the water, a floating cradle in the darkness with the clank of the sails for my lullaby.