2002-09-15
2:36 p.m.
nakedness in lakes
Every day gets more perfect. Every hour gets more perfect. Walking through gorgeous deep-smelling woods turned yesterday to lake-swimming with friends turned yesterday to September-sunshine skinny dipping. Turned into belly laughs by such a beautiful lake on such a beautiful day. Turned into late-night visits and then phonecalls, with heart racing and ears burning. And two were taking pictures of all the laughing, and it was odd because I felt as though we WERE a series of pictures, or those disjointed home movies at the beginning of the Wonder Years. Yesterday is tucked into my opening-credits scrapbook as idyllic, halycon, surreally perfect perfect. I keep not understanding how things can be so good, and then watching them get ten times better. There's so much I could (should?) be sad about, but still I can't bring myself to stop smiling and giggling. I must be fucking frustrating to be around. Please come visit. You are all so very invited to come stay in my beautiful wood-and-brick apartment, to walk to lakes and swim like mermaids through them, to sit by the ocean and realize how huge all of this is. Please? hearts will be broken, but new loves will earthshake
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