The light is different there, and the shade…
I’ve been waking up at sunrise
I’ve been following the light across my room
I watch the night receive the room of my day
Some people say the sky is just the sky
But I say
Why deny the obvious child?
– “The obvious child”, Paul Simon.
Day 323. We walked and walked, leaving shadows of ourselves as impressions in the snow, our breath shocking the air into tiny clouds…
But if I speak to you of days upon the ocean
I can speak to you of memories and dust
There won’t be time for all us,
I know there won’t be time for all of us
– “Memories & Dust”, Josh Pyke.
Day 317. How long have they been locked together, dancing this slow dance until the end of it all?
Day 308. I trudged through the snow to my knees (which if I’m honest was actually kind of fun) to get to the lake. I just wanted to see what was in there, under the frost. Beneath the surface…
Day 307. They snake across the ground like exposed veins, which I suppose they are, of a sort. Makes me careful where I tread, at least for a short while.