We climbed out of the ocean, squirmed up the frowning cliffs and jumped into the bushes while big-breasted housewives tried to menace us with red lip-stick botox scowls. With heavy hearts we laughed in packs of threes and fours trying to light the desert on fire before our boredom could stifle us. We crept at the feet of Titans and squeezed our way through dusted mountains and cried under granite boulders while the cold sun crept across a pastel sky.

Words in all sorts of ways. As if you expect to feel it. Dewy globes on sleeping hairs. Echoes of violin and piano. Make me think of this. Of the life that follows us. Since I was a child. The soil, the air, the budding twigs.