wednesday

I couldn`t keep up with the countless butterflies furiously flying overhead. They were bright white against the blue sky. I turned my head to look out over the city, at the mountainous backdrop, the gleaming tops of fancy churches, weeping willows dancing in slow motion with the breeze, and the streams of sunlight poking holes through the clouds ready to burst with rain.
OOOOooohhhh.... HOT! too hot, I thought my back was actually starting to cook. I couldn`t handle it anymore. As much as I wanted to lay there on that blistering hot stone listening to rocks being thrown just close enough to me that I knew he was still there, I just couldn`t do it. So it was that we walked. Walked into that city below. A small common park called our names, then another, and another.