Crystalline morning.

2019.12.24, by Ansel
Filed under Journal, Personal, Relations, Sensuality

What is life? It’s looking at the sharks of sky gleaming between the tree leaves… We get so caught up in trying to stay afloat that we forget what using, making actual use of our senses is like. What’s it like to see the color blue, or smell the autumn on the leaves. The way sounds carry farther in the winter than in the spring or summer. Light comes at an angle and even the ground feels harder, before the snowfall. I head a seagull outside… Everyone forgets things like this. But I don’t. I want Anatolij to remember this always…

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