Some days, it's like sitting on opposite trees and trying to reach out to each other, without falling off.
The smell of the trees is all consuming, as you'd only imagine. It's wood and leaves and the summer hiding somewhere in between. It's bright and sunny, it's quiet and chaotic. It's beautiful.
Some days, it's sitting on opposite trees and watching the world beneath. Watching each other. No words, just big eyes and round mouths.
The sky seems within reach. The people down below seem too far away to be of consequence. The clouds come and settle near by, and the setting sun makes it appear like we're looking through a mellow lens. Gorgeous but restrained. Like an intriguing man, with more layers than you know. Reserved but kind.
Some days, it's sitting on opposite trees and reading. Being children again. And secretly aspiring to be adults.
The desire to live the life ahead without having to give up the lazy summer afternoon.
The smell of the trees is all consuming, as you'd only imagine. It's wood and leaves and the summer hiding somewhere in between. It's bright and sunny, it's quiet and chaotic. It's beautiful.
Some days, it's sitting on opposite trees and watching the world beneath. Watching each other. No words, just big eyes and round mouths.
The sky seems within reach. The people down below seem too far away to be of consequence. The clouds come and settle near by, and the setting sun makes it appear like we're looking through a mellow lens. Gorgeous but restrained. Like an intriguing man, with more layers than you know. Reserved but kind.
Some days, it's sitting on opposite trees and reading. Being children again. And secretly aspiring to be adults.
The desire to live the life ahead without having to give up the lazy summer afternoon.
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