oh, and last night i was paid, and promptly spent the lot on tickets for beatherder 2012. one month to go.
late evening, the days hot air stale and unmoving.
i’m floating in the water, my hands damp and cool, feet brushing leaves on the surface. each time i move, ripples lap at me, swirling round me. i should have worn something sensible, but i’m in just a borrowed t-shirt and knickers.
water sodden, dragging me down.
it feels…powerful. i’m not sinking, but if i let it i would go down.
down
down.
i don’t know how far i’d go.
water rushed into my ears, but it’s now still. i hear nothing but a vague hum of energy, starlight and candlelight pricking the water. each movement of my hands sends ripples of light across the surface towards me. the moon is waning and tonight it is huge, rust coloured against the inky black.
we lie together, staring, wondering. holding on to each other and to the earth.
hours pass, or maybe minutes, and we thrash for the side, hauling ourselves out, squealing and giggling as the heat from us is sucked into the night.
nothing can take away the extra-ordinary feeling of the magic and wonder last night, though. seriously, a weirdly incredible experience and today i’m still shaking when i think of it.
