There's a field full of thistles at the end of my street where my feet would be pleased to be placed. The tall stalks shine and sway only in the moonlight, lifting their smiles to the sky. Curled ends are frames for faces, pretty like old hand-colored family album portraits locked in dusty trunks. It's beautiful, the present; all the moving air breathes with new life and the life of memories.

I try to reach back and touch the veil that covered our eyes. Maybe I am checking to see if it is still there, surviving the decay. It is pale, papery gold. It is grease on the fingertips. It disappears when you wash the day away, and stains your skin again with stray stars if you let it. Whispers in the dusk bring its rusty rustle to my ears. I feel funny, but not afraid. This is what we were. Sticky little bugs cling to our eyelids, and every summer lurks shadowy, and torches stand high in the dirt, story-telling and glowing fire while sighs haunt the corners of the sleepless child's chambers. Winking galaxies peek into the windows, calling.

Take a walk.

All the tiny cracks in the cement make maps. Leaf clusters nod in the breeze as you pass, scratchy on your arms and legs. There are streetlamps. An undescribable glow spreads down across the flat blackness like a halo; it's an orange ghost you follow. Tip-toe. Everything is still but you. Hushed houses purr, slumbering, fuzzy squares disintegrating into hazy dark fur. If you run, you might just slip through time; you could just cut through time and space and meet a stranger on the other side of the world. Everything is possible.

And if you see me, blurry in the dandelions and the dust, then maybe we'll be friends. Do you remember? We held hands. In the creases, you held your thoughts, and I traced them through the universe. Our mirth rose to the treetops, draped in green leaves and light beams. Sunset came, and left us staring blankly for its color, but we discovered in its absence hole-punched realms of mystery. Do you remember? It was not so long ago.

It's just down the road.

I don't have much to say about this entry other than it gave me a really peaceful feeling the first time I read it. I'm not sure that's what you intended, but it's what I got from it. The imagery really helped ease my mind and allowed me to stand in these places. Thanks for the experience. You never dissapoint.

i like this one i remember sneaking out...i loved it