Tuesday 10th June 2003


My sister at the seashore, spellbound by her first glimpse of ocean.

A soft rain on a spring day, on a walk that was the last walk I would take in the place I love.

Steam rising from a lake in the early morning.

Sunlight in long angles through the window, igniting the dust in the air in the late afternoon.

The top of a mountain, with valley falling away on all sides.

Three boys swimming in the river in summertime.

Red hair over a beautiful, intelligent face, mischievous, playful, titillating, promising. The bright petals of an iris, held by her. I touch her cheek.

The first night of July, when I lay in the grass and the air moved and the meteors fell from the sky. And the stars slowly fading the next morning.

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