Black Diamonds and Pearls

Remember that old sunshine?

To eat crisp apples underneath the trees- together! Every drop of juice well-educated. The intelligence of it all: the red earth, the green earth. Turning the corner of that familiar place, memories spring up like water. All the time that has passed. Wait, has it? The feeling of being woken up by the songs of the singing birds- could this be a new song? Please keep singing.

I want us to talk about so many things! But how do we speak, really?

If I could twirl that little string of gold around my finger and ask it to move like living dancing mercury the way it loves to- making winging monkeys with stars on their heads and bejeweled frogs that lick flowers- I would like to do that with you. I would, I would.