22 February, 2009 2/22/2009
washing machineeeeeeyou hold me right here right now.
She stood with her head tilted towards the sky, inhaling deeply. The refreshing smell of rain filled her nose and she smiled happily. Spreading out a picnic mat, she lay on her back and gazed at the shifting clouds, waiting in anticipation as they swiftly turned from white cottony fluff to grey threatening clouds.
The first drop descended and she tasted of rain.
strawberry and passionfruit body wash.
gypsy skirts in the wind and on the beach, dancing around.
