5:15 PM, Friday, Aug. 26, 2011
Spent half of the (school) day at mount steel just sitting and eating and dancing and watching clouds and migrating to shady spots as time passed and watching dogs and seeing fields of yellow flower weeds and talking about primary school memories.
But ended up just lying on our tummies and heads on our arms, drunk on the sun's warmth, which sort of made us all a bit sleepy and lazy and chilled like melting icecream, and without need for words, and as someone also said, melancholic and contemplative, while our talk just mushed into gibberish.
Is it surprising that we didn't talk about anything insightful (deep) at all.
Not really I guess.
But my jersey smells like grass now.