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Sunday, June 20, 2010
The sky seemed like an endless blanket, like those one hid under as a child. Sprawling, it seemed like it had no end, no start- it only had a centre, and that was where we lay. At the centre of the earth, soft damp soil somehow found its way into the mess that is my hair. And like two magnificent ships meeting bow to bow, the grass lay in front of the sky, with us splayed on it like forgotten stars from the night before. And with the tilt of the chin, I could see only blue and white. Clouds rode atop the sharp tangy blue sky, like foam frothing off the top of waves. The clouds seemed so faint and ethereal; it was almost invisible against the palm of my hand. At that moment, I swore you could touch it if you reached out your fingers just that much further. There was a faint wind; faint enough to remind me that we were still on the solid, sturdy ground. It kissed my cheek, and then it left.
And so we lay, inanimate and feeling. The grass covered the ground beneath, softening the blow of the reminder that we were still on land. The land shackled us there, a reminder of things to come, of work to do, and of summer’s end.
But for one moment, the minutes had no hours, the day had no night and the summer saw no autumn.
We were infinite.