August 10, 2020

[subpoenacolada]

I dream. I am standing in a field, leaning on a rough fence, the fence of my yard. But the field is on a hill, surrounded by other hills of short yellowed grass like you find in drought. The hills slope perfectly down to a fine harbour in which tall black ships float by in stillness like leafless winter trees. Am I in Tasmania? Barbados? Jamaica?

Comments

[huxbear]

That's really interesting.