Friday, April 05, 2013

Magic Afternoon


What makes a place, a memory magical? I would say it is a combination of the company, the air, the coldness of the water running over your feet, the conversation, the slow afternoon, the breeze, the light nap, the bruise from the forest, the simple lunch, watching a blue butterfly flit about, seeing a row of fat white clouds lazy slide by, squinting against the afternoon sun that filters in through a golden coloured spider web, the stretching time, the little walk skipping over stones, making your own path, the cold drinks, the Edenic perfectness of it all. That's what makes this old beloved place magical with new loved memories.

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