LOOK 0930: Highway 1
Words by: CL
Talk about scattered light. I love how everything is always in some kind of movement. My fingers on this keyboard seamlessly memorizing positions of each letter as I type them out and I'm barely looking. My eyes are wandering in a movement of their own as I let muscle memory drive the movement of my fingertips. That was this day. A seamless type of existence where fog lulled itself across the grassy floor, creeping up on the sun as it fought to stay one minute longer, for in a day like this, one minute longer is a lifetime. The blue skies above had so much presence as we saw the fog from afar but everything was moving- slowly but with purpose.
And with such purpose, we laughed, we danced, we moved in tandem with our changing surroundings entirely encapsulated by feel, by memory, by the fog tickling our ankles, wishing every moment would last just a bit longer. |