Two girls cusping puberty, long
smooth legs, selling tiny succulent buds in pudding plates on the side
of the footpath. Their merchandise highlighted by an arrangement of
glass pebbles, of Turkish evil-eye blue .
Tips of bare branches on the trees in the park are fuzzy with green shoots erupting in super slow motion.
Two
young women wearing black tee's, long shorts and studded belts, are
towed along by a boxer pup. They stop and sit in the grass, and snog
for a bit.
A couple. Sharply dressed young man in a grey fedora,
pretty woman with burnt butterscotch hair, unfurl a rug and scatter
cushions about. They lie holding each other for a bit, then he unfolds
a paper, and she dives into a chip packet.
An old couple, leading a chocolate Lab stroll past.
The
two girls finish kissing and stand. A guy in a white singlet, with the
top-heavy look of having done weight training jogs past. He stops to
play with the boxer pup, and chat to the girls.
I sit with my
back against a tree trunk, and tip my head back. The sharp contrast
between leaf dappled shade and the bright sunlight shifts across my
lips. Reminds me of when I had nerve endings so new that pleasurable
sensations were almost painful.
Spring is my favourite season. Not to hot, not too cold. Jusssst right.
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