Prose written between Craik and Regina
I now understand the allure of the prairies. Driving home under that burning sunset sky with the full moon hanging above us as if it were being dangled on a fragile string was too strikingly beautiful for words, but here i am trying & failing to describe the sight. It's times like those where all you can do is look out the window, count the dashes bringing you home, and dream of constellations bursting forth from the sky like confetti and fireworks at a celebration thrown for the days, the weeks, whatever the calender dictates so long as we have an excuse to drink and socialize under the canopy of dusk, hoping that whatever is up there will shed some of it's magic onto us.
August 17th, 2008 at 08:55pm