Remember when we sat in the grass all afternoonWednesday, August 17, 2016
We sat in the long grass for hours, hidden from the world. That day, when the sun shone down like a beacon. The golden blades just swaying gently in the breeze from time to time with the ripening seeds jangling and jousting amongst one another. The buzz of grasshoppers creating a bassline on to which the caw of the crows layered clumsily. Do you remember the hours that slipped by? The time that snuck away, unaccounted for while we spoke? The depths we covered, lengths of time swam by while we remained oblivious to the sun making it's quotidian pilgrimage across the sky. Your eyes. My eyes. We laughed; mutual humour bringing us closer. Your palms under scrutiny, then mine. Lines traced down to our wrists.
Twirling my hair in my fingers, plaiting it to my right. Shielding our faces from the sun, eyes shut, words exchanged behind closed lids. Murmers. Lips barely moving, corner of my mouth twitching into a smile. Dimples revealing themselves in little moments to the sound of shy giggles.
Sitting on the river bank where the shallow waters ripple by, dipping toes into the cool clear stream. Wriggling feet, sweeping and splashing, paddling up to mid calves on the stony bed. Daring to go a little deeper, just a little further. Cold ankles, warm knees. Sprawling back out under the sun to warm up, we stretched and flexed our numbed joints. The dry, crispy grass crunching under shoulders and elbows. Did we ever leave completely? Part of me still lingers where the grass whispers.