by Amber D
Short prose for the day. 4/7/2016
There was something about the music and the breeze and the tall windows that day that made me feel euphoric. Something about watching strangers walk by, determined steps and straight faces. What were they thinking about? The music seemed to match the scene; slow and solemn but full of beauty.
There was something about the way you looked back at me when I glanced over to watch you eat your bag of Munchies. Were you enjoying it?
How have we gotten here? This was also a question I often asked myself. It seems miraculous to me. Travelled from land to sea to land again just to find ourselves sitting right here in the grass with lemonade and Munchies chips. Just to find ourselves touching fingertips ever-so-slightly so as to not be seen.