While we laughed and cracked and ate it rained. Only an afternoon shower, light. But long and steady enough to filter it's drops down through the mothering trees, sliding down leaves and gliding around the lush curls of grey moss. We did not move. We stayed and cracked and ate and listened to the wet slip from leaf to leaf to head. The rain trickled through our hair and we tasted the cool drink when we were able to catch some on our flat toungues.
Soon, the clouds drifted past, finding new trees to cover and new upturned mouths to fill. Maybe this time it would see a wood full of pine trees. It's droplets would not struggle through curls and leaves but effortlessly slide down thin needles to a soft bed of fallen brown.
Our hair stuck wet to our necks. Our clothes clung to our backs, our chest, our sides. We felt a chill in the once gracious shade of the trees and decided to move to the space between their overhang where the sun had room to warm the wet ground and our bodies. There in the weedy green, with satisfied bellies and wet tongues, with the sounds of nut shell falling on nut shell, our clothes dried in the sun.
Photos found on Guayayaba. She is pretty Great!
I hope you weekend is full of memory making moments!
♥Emma
I hope you weekend is full of memory making moments!
♥Emma
8 comments:
Aww, sweet story and GORGEOUS pictures you found. :)
so beautiful. :)
that is so beautiful. your site is just stunning. (and i love feeding your fish!)
<3
Where did you find that story??? Its absolutely beautiful and the feelings it evokes are so strong!
I love it here.
i always loved this type of space in a photo. with the subject way hidden in the middle bottom with the air above....lovely
did you write it yourself? cause i find it absolutely inspiring and a pleasure to read. :)
ahhh....lovely
Hey hun, I haven't visited your blog in a long while... and I missed it. You're the first one I checked when I got back on today.
Thanks for more of your inspiration! I love your pictures a lot!
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