wama

17.09.06

we roll softly in a quilt of spongy moss. A hillock oozing green and hazy. We run par hazard without a map along ridges a deertrack here, a broken branch there. We zigzag lush and find our way to the top. Look out to another hill, head and shoulders above this one, but flat somehow from our tiptop spot almost in the clouds. We chase our shadows down the puffy hills like sun sets and risings.

posted by la kara @ 06:31