Sunday, March 28, 2010

Day Fifty-Eight


The ocean is getting warmer, the sun closer to the roof of the building I live in. When I got home I opened the windows and the stale air of the room sucked in the sunlight. I waited, let it inhale a great breath, and then I shut the curtains--thick, satiny cloth, that held the wind inside. I made my bed, and burrowed in to the sheets that were laid out in the now dark room. I love the summer, the way it bangs on the window begging for attention.

No comments:

Post a Comment