defying adjectives
2004-05-07 & 1:58 a.m.

it's a time of forging, before the lightning bugs come out, after the moon is orange, during the pathways with the spotted trees. the layers are all there, perhaps more blatantly, perhaps better tasting. they weave themselves around us until we ask how we really are, when our routine is still there, but there is potency in it, smelling of the creek and the rolled down windows and the swings that just may take us to the moon without us realizing it. this is what i want my life to be: a collection of details that are mirrored in the larger feelings, the stubbed toes and the dirt and the clandestine late night drives.