tales of a girl in the city

février 26, 2004


In bed time. Saturday morning, when all the movement we've done has involved tossing blankets around.

He's reading aloud, the final paragraph in Durant's book about the Roman Empire. It's writing for which the word "scope" was invented.

He loves it so much, it makes him cry.

There is a feeling underneath my skin as I watch him. I think about trees and how, when you cut them in half, you can read the events of their lives in the rings.

You could see the mark of this morning. If you broke me open now.