07 March 2007

The summer night is like a perfection of thought.

Last night I dreamed I ate a ten-pound marshmallow, and when I woke up the pillow was gone.


Mr C Sandslott said...

The smell of Earth, dirt between my toes, a daggmask (snail) crossing my path, a cold stone gnawing into my leg. And a terrific sand castle rising a whole 10 inches above the ground. :)

jeanne said...

such a passionate depiction of summer, Little Panda -- I hope you didn't get a belly ache after that dream, though.