today as my mom stepdad and little sister worked together to build a swimming pool, i helped. and wrote something again.
"a sky so blue it hurts and prosy whispering winds. the lupine beast approaches diligently. the air too heavy to breathe, too light to grasp. water gossiping behind me, impatient trees rustling. can grass really grow here?"
just writing what i see and feel, just wondering what words will form
and now i want to try a pie, something like lemonade.