from 5.11.12
some good was written that day.
"Would you jump?"
"No."
"But would you?" He stared at me, trying to focus on my features, concentrating on the thoughts flowing through my mind like the gentle tides below.
"N-o." I reiterated stubbornly, flicking salt laden hair from my face and looking off towards the horizon where the sun burned its intense white light.
"No."
"But would you?" He stared at me, trying to focus on my features, concentrating on the thoughts flowing through my mind like the gentle tides below.
"N-o." I reiterated stubbornly, flicking salt laden hair from my face and looking off towards the horizon where the sun burned its intense white light.
"I would," he continued, seemingly satisfied with what he saw
in my answer. "I would jump into the open sky and sail into the heavens, flying
over exotic lands like tapestries." He mused, closing his eyes and spreading his
arms out casually.
With a mixture of amusement and concern I did the same,
feeling the coastal winds brush heartily past my tanning limbs, intertwining my
fingers in the freshness of the air.
"That's what they say its like, exotic things, they call them
tapestries." An edge coming into his voice, as though he felt the need to
convince me of the worlds wonders on the other side. "They say there's all these smells and tastes and
textures that are just beyond exotic that your mind spins out." I laugh at his developing nonsense and crack
my eyes open to catch the mischievous grin spreading across his face.
"Haven't you ever wanted to ride an elephant, or stalk a lion,
or climb a temple, or..." he suddenly whispered, "Meet a prince?" He chuckled at my
look of annoyance as I shoved him sideways, our feet flailing against the
open skies as we fell to our backs against the jetty tousling and jeering
exotic insults.
the reminiscence of my musings,
Jaq xx