Tree branches in water (via Steve Spraggon)
lauren and i hike around the state park, letting our skin soak in the warmth of the last few weeks of real summer. it is surprising the different kinds of woods we pass through on our way around the lake— sometimes it is cool, sometimes it is so bright that we sweat. we stop, once, to just watch the water drift by us, the trees dipping their leaves in as if to hold the water still. they, too, are grasping at something which feels fleeting, which feels as if it will soon break apart what years and years have slowly built up.
hopefully it will be for lauren and i what it is for the trees— just an illusion of motion. no real separation. no long parting and slow breaking of fragile ties. just infinity.
