The road coughed up dust like a cat a hairball, neither pleasant and both lasting too long. I'd traveled the same baked mud for ten days on an incline that wore at the soul. When the horizon fell away, however, a new land unrolling like a tapestry, I remembered why.
We met one wild, windy evening outside the theatre, her temporary home. Dressed in jeans and a white tee shirt, she exuded the careless abandon of the dancer she was, uncontainable, free spirited. For two weeks, I knew her world, her life. Hey-ho, two weeks was better than none.
Northern lights glimmer As I watch from blue ice bed And reindeer hide sheets (Image courtesy wikipedia.org)
Pillow talk Mumbled apologies Baby screaming Teenage moans Fireside whispers Stomach grumbling Jubilant whoops Shouts of dismay Gargled cleaning Hissing boos Longing pleas Wagged tutting Hysterical laughter Proposed love Children playing The sounds of life (Image courtesy c4eo.org.uk and Goggle images)