It’ll have a large window extending past the walls, lined with long, flowing red curtains. On lazy afternoons I’ll curl up on the windowsill and read, until the sun paints the garden outside with a layer of gold. I’ll stare off into the sunset until the sky has turned cold, calm green that fades into strong, tranquil blue and it’s too dark to read anymore.
I love staring at your gtalk icon after we’ve said goodbye and waiting for it to turn grey.
"There is a ship, and she sails the seas
She is loaded deep, as deep can be
But not as deep as the love I’m in
I know not if I sink or swim."
— The Water is Wide
There’s a pond on the route I take walking home from my bus stop. Two geese take up residence there every year. But they always colonize the lawn of the house across the street.
I came upon them again today for the first time this year. They shied away as I walked past, like always. Like always I wondered why they prefer the house across the street so much. What was wrong with the grass around the pond, or on the lawn of the house right next to it? Some day I’ll go chase after them and ask them why. For now, though, I think I’ll let them munch on their grass in peace.
