Taking a
train away from reality. Rucksack packed with straw hat, sun lotion and
swimming costume. Familiar lines first, then new views and navigating stations
I’ve never been to.
Excellent friends, enduring childhood ones and newer too. Warmth, of the sun and of fun.
The sea sucks us in, sand dunes and shallow shores. Stones, shells and sandcastles that evolve into tunnel-burrowed complexities.
At night, meteors and learning the constellation of Cassiopeia. At night meeting the Moth Man and seeing kittens and silver ‘y’s trapped by his lamp.
Sleeping in and bagels and boxes of wine. Drinking in the Smuggler’s Arms, enjoying the Smuggler’s golden charms. Cobbled streets and a tiny exciting bookshop inspiring us to try box art.
In between, our own Olympics; pebble balancing, long jump, cricket, stone throwing.
Unfamiliar bees and unknown flowers.
A jolting journey home. I am missing the commune, the camaraderie. These people are so important to me, all of whom I see too rarely. Friendship-shaped holes.
Excellent friends, enduring childhood ones and newer too. Warmth, of the sun and of fun.
The sea sucks us in, sand dunes and shallow shores. Stones, shells and sandcastles that evolve into tunnel-burrowed complexities.
At night, meteors and learning the constellation of Cassiopeia. At night meeting the Moth Man and seeing kittens and silver ‘y’s trapped by his lamp.
Sleeping in and bagels and boxes of wine. Drinking in the Smuggler’s Arms, enjoying the Smuggler’s golden charms. Cobbled streets and a tiny exciting bookshop inspiring us to try box art.
In between, our own Olympics; pebble balancing, long jump, cricket, stone throwing.
Unfamiliar bees and unknown flowers.
A jolting journey home. I am missing the commune, the camaraderie. These people are so important to me, all of whom I see too rarely. Friendship-shaped holes.
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