penink01

back from northern idaho.

still thinking about the trees.

jen smelled like the lake.

it's late here in portland and the stars are up.
but you know that.
shining.
there.

if i could dream about anything tonight it would be swimming.
water everywhere.
the light
skipping across the lake.

look at this: the light
skipping
finally, finally,
across the lake.

there is a darkness
but here
we're having trouble
describing it.

the stars
are
up.