But also, because you can walk hand in hand with someone you love and tell stories to them and end up laughing so much that you forget where you are, yet you are still somewhat grounded, somewhat tethered to the earth on which you walk, with the sunshine beaming and beating through the trees; yet, if it wasn't for him, you probably would make like a balloon and float away.
I miss you, love. Why must we always walk in separate parks?
+ Fall's here. Have you heard?
Parks ARE fantastic.
ReplyDeleteThey're my natural habitat actually.
I live in one.
For 20 minutes each day anyway... ;)