Oh, yes, I've seen a glass lake. I'd post pictures but I can't put the SD card into this little laptop. Wrong size.
Hiked up a mountain today: two miles past the burnt carnage of forest which a fire recently used for a snack, and onto the beach of a smooth lake. Occasionally, the wind picked up and rippled the water in a ghost of the sea.
Lisa Delong and her sister and Anne Riggin all went swimming in water cold as snow (it is melted from the still-snow capped peaks that frame the valley). I also collected many rocks. This is becoming a horrid habit that I've had since kindergarten. Only in Kindergarten, I would dump out all my schoolbooks on the playground so I could fit twenty-pound boulders in my backpack. I lugged them home (to the dismay of my mother) and dumped them on the kitchen floor alongside that day's collection of acorns.
I only kept the acorns who still had their hats on, though. And I never tried to eat one. They're poison.
Little wood-imps whispered from the trees when I loitered behind our hiking brigade and I snapped pictures but they don't show up on the film.
Like vampires in a mirror.
Like a heart on a sleeve.
2 comments:
i like this post. a lot.
thanks Kels. I like you. A lot.
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