We leaned and swung on the rope by the sea as a grey sky cracked with slight sunset light
WHAT I’M WEARING: STELLA & LORI FLORAL DRESS, LACK OF COLOUR MONTANA HAT & ZINDA BROGUES
We leaned and swung on the rope by the sea as a grey sky cracked with slight sunset light. It was a grated sort of sun, shining in slivers, peeking through the clouds in a frayed way. And we talked about life, like we always do. And our thoughts merged with the salty spray of the sea, like they always do. And our futures felt just like the sky, tattered and scattered and messy in layers of grey and shining splinters of sun. All that light and all that grey, they were asking why. He laughed at how big my dress became in the wind – and I complained, because I’m restless and wondering these days. And as smoothie dribbled down my chin, we laughed – my hat on his head and my legs swinging on the rope. Who can say how anything will turn out? We looked at the sky and at the sea, a glance, a glare, a stare – until we found ease. For us, ever since we were fifteen, there has been ease in the sea. There is mystery in the waves, an infinite horizon that almost hurts my eyes – and that crazy sky. I guess this is why we do the fateful and amusing things we do, not knowing is how we see what stories our life’s efforts will bring. And just like that sky, freckled in light and dark, and just like those waves, that never stop – we keep beating on, ambling along, floating through the days that are aglow and coiling around the ones that are dark and sink low – but we push on through this dappled thing called life. Flecked in not knowing what will come next, not vexed and not perplexed, simply always wondering what to expect.
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