La Musique

Thursday, December 11, 2008

It was on the most beautiful of days that I saw her. The sun was smiling, not the fierce, intense kind, but a longing, almost yielding gaze. We were on the roof, where even the moss was the most gentle of greens, velvet to the touch beneath us. Why was I up there? The chimney cast a casual shade over us as we sat in the absence of sounds. Why was she up there? Wait, a charmingly broken melody wove its way past us, probably from some little tike tinkering on blackwhites. Whiteblacks. Whiteblackwhite. In that clear turqoise of clouds I saw a ship. The romantic, lake-cruising type, mind you. It sailed by on pure sunlight before coming to stop round the corner. Byebye.

12:04 PM