|Date:||October 11th, 2008 01:58 pm (UTC)|| |
We hunted the finfianc, the big fish, in the deep river just before it spills off the side of the branch. You confounded it with a connect-the-dots puzzle. I dazzled it with the elegance of my evening wear. We both got it drunk on cuminous brandy and hung it in a tree to dry. The adventure!
While I was sitting one afternoon, pondering the elemental nature of Bridges, you came up behind me. It was the warmth, and the atmosphere, the surround that caused me to turn and smile. You, however, with your eyes closed and ears shut down, could not see, and so fled at speed.
I would have followed, but the bridge was out.