I miss the endless blue abyss this year. i miss finding you each late afternoon, waiting until after four for the heat to be bearable. i miss the walk and first glimpses of you. i miss feeling effortlessly endless and powerful love attached to nothing and no-body ~
waiting for the heat to be bearable
waiting for the heat to be bearable
waiting for the heat to be bearable
waiting for the heat to be bearable
still waiting
love,
mk