Go astray in the woods. The summer calls me so fervently I've been astral projecting on tropical treetops for months. Come see the flowers, whispered the jinn. They know me too well. That's the intimacy of sharing two sides of the same bed for you. The jinn and I close our eyes in synchrony, to a dream so blinding, of the sunlight falling. And I've been laying down fevered to see life rolling out foliage. I know that water crystalising is a phase. But I believe water is best vascular. Love them in my vessels and even better in plants'!
It was grim that the stillness of grey seemed forever. But it was finally July again and we're explorers. Off we go to the ravine, debossing footprints, tossing the leaves high-fives. The moss cushioned all the pointy edges and the softness was contagious. The prickliest here was me but being moldable must be hereditary. My forefather was first made of soil, you see. Hey jinnie, walk faster, are you following?
In the open meadow, I dance a little with you matching my shadow. We waltz and waltz to a tunnel of red pines. The sunlight drizzles softly through the verdure. How I love this familiarity of the canopy. I like to be one with the shadow, it's the cavewoman in me. If Tesla's the child of light, I must be a child of dim lighting. And aren't you a child of the moonlight when it's the brightest? There you are finally shining bright, now that the vines free the space from interfering lamps.
My little imp, my little goblin who got lost in the labyrinth of concrete and glass. I'll walk you back to the creek. Is this where you're buried under? Alone or together? But the flowers are rooted deep in the ground and there are thousands. I might get lonely without my roommate but you will not. Now go hunt and forage to your reverie. Unearth from the darkness and be free, the light is all yours.
July, 2024
