hot all day with sticky skin. all day i think of camp,the kids, the emotions, and how i'm back sitting in my room. i feel as if i've finished a play, and now i'm not sure of what to do with my time.
i am getting a call that i've been waiting for, and talk to a person that i really need to talk to. the information i'm receiving is both cryptic and intriguing. it's going to be an interesting week ahead.
my roommates and i meandered up to the roof to sit in plastic chairs, as the heavens begin to swell and explode in bursts of light.
we sit in the darkness with each other, facing the looming cloud-space as they billow and collect mass right above our heads.
with each moment of lightning, less and less of the stars are visible. the sky is all a soft red with the contours of the clouds now fully apparent. it looks like fantasia. i half expect imps and gods to descend upon brooklyn at any moment.
we're passing around strawberry ice cream in between each round of thunder, and the wind is picking up. we're stacking up the chairs and going downstairs. the clasps to the roof doors are now shut and locked.
we're indoors now, and i feel the cool breeze of an oncoming storm rush in through the windows, as the streetlights begin to flicker through the falling drops of rain.
---
---
No comments:
Post a Comment