Sunday, May 11, 2008 10:06 PM
a shadow of Boone's logic
It would have been any ordinary Sunday. Perhaps even one where we sulked together staring at happy passers-by. That morning's debate rang loud, still. There were a few logical points amidst the long string of ones that couldn't be reasoned even if you stood till your feet felt like it was made up of a million crawling ants.
Strangely, standing in the shower for an obscene amount of time cured all aches. The sight of the kitty in the window looking forlornly, willing us to return smoothed over what seemed like a tense nerve. The idea that this never succumbs to the test of mortality made my smile stay a moment longer than necessary.
They will never leave even though your arguments were petty. Even if they wanted, they couldn't. There will always be a part of me in them and in me, a part of them. You could call it being stuck without prior consent. I choose to call it being stuck because being stuck is the only thing we know.As Boone would have it, today could be a 'Quite Good Day'. It however, ended up being an infinitely better day than anything in the long list of day types that Boone could ever hope to come up with.
Maybe because there was so much red everywhere.
Or maybe because it was simply a day with them who are so attuned to each other that they color-coordinated without realising it.
muchlove.
minx wrote at10:06 PM
