last night I sat on a big rock by the water, comfortably listened to drunken distant laughter. felt a thunderstorm rush its way onto the beach, sprinted up a pitch black path in laughing downpour. now my feet are covered in mud, a day spent running into the kids from around town, spiders on the beach and bamboo in the mud. "speak of the devil." happy; salsa salsa is too much food, flip flops are unstable, and my stockings have runs.
ignore the schoolwork, and I can say
"finally".
Posted by samantha at May 16, 2004 11:17 PM