You can hardly see the bark or grass for the aging, jewel-crusted leaves. You approach the tree, glance around, sit. Back melding perfectly with the bark, you settle, watch twilight creep up on the world, watch the world whir along. Your hands absorb the warmth of a steaming cuppa Earl Grey, sweet and clouded with milk.
"The night is aging as the sun warms your face," lyrics from Alkaline Trio's "Blue Carolina," wafting through your head.
"And a song in my head that burns so good on my tongue."
I smile.
(more pages from my Splashing the Divide collage journal.)
1 comment:
nice...i occassionally enjoy a nice cup of earl grey...that song made me smile as well...as much, your reaction to it....
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