It Had Been RainingIt had been raining. Mud grabbed hold of my jandals and climbed its way up my legs, splattering my shorts and my bag. The air still held that “slapped in the face with a hot wet towel” kind of feel as we walked to the Great Tongan Swimming Pool. It was really a giant hole dug into the sea by the wharf, edged with massive, rough boulders, but it was the closest thing to a swimming pool we had seen in a few weeks.It Had Been Raining
We sang along to ‘Hey There Delilah’ pouring out of Adrian’s speakers as we walked, and chatted about our families and busy lives back home. Jas and Lynda climbed along the rocks to ou
Frozen thoughtsIt is going to rain in this deserted park of ours. You can feel the pressure wrap around your fingertips, entwining you, luring you in, magically ensnaring your senses. The park is empty, apart from the frost that has slowly crept in overnight. It is as if fairies have been at work, enchanting swings and slides with dreamy spells. The wind is sharp. Your spine tingles and you pull your red scarf closer.Frozen thoughts
The frosty ground is hard, too hard for rugby. Mr McCormack, the caretaker, has set up the sprinkler in the hope of awakening the field from its deep sleep. The benches sit empty, still, lifeless. They silently sleep in the early
boats and damsOh you were always so sweet In more ways than one And so alive. Cute. But I guess I stopped saying that after awhile.boats and dams
I just assumed you knew.
It gives me such tingly goose bumps To hear from you. Most of the time
It’s as if you’re lost at sea And then suddenly - Yet so predictably You holler from your dinghy As you pass by my shores. Tonight is such a night.
Heaven forbid, I should begin
To love you again But I can feel it flowing over me. The stars
Have once more set themselves in my eyes, Hoping to
Pixie's Field
kiss
sunshine.before, she would look at the stars and wonder if her someone was out there, somewhere, looking at the same ones. she'd dream of magic and flying and wishes that come true. she'd say tomorrow will be better, tomorrow will be better. and she hoped it would be.sunshine.
silence didn't scare her back then. see, she was too busy looking at the clouds and comets to worry about the imperfections and the dangers of flying.
open doors didn't remind her of people leaving. they just reminded her of chances, risks worth taking. her heart sang a lullaby filled of hope and happiness and learning how to stand again, learning how
