9 Months Ago
Opened BigHugeLabs’ Writer again and found something I wrote in the park a while ago:
Surrounded by green and brown and ants, tickles up my neck and down my spine; there is a light wash over my fingers, typing softly, as the breeze almost lifts my umbrella away. The umbrella, found alone on the sidewalk a few nights ago, provides enough shade to resolve my computer’s battle with the glare of the sun. Atop my head, an hour past noon, rays warm my head and tired eyes. I’m getting that sensation of pressure behind my neck, usually a result of calm and lack of sleep, which I enjoy. Sammy has formed the spitting image of a lobster with thin twigs. A ‘rock lobster’, as she sings.
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