stars

There's something about the early evening light that makes everything look security-blanket-safe and jungle-wild all at once. I wish I could live inside it for a while. Dust specks are supposed to be insignificant, I think, but how perfect it would be just to float in a stream of light, buoyed by golden warmth, too small to cast a shadow yet touched everywhere all at once by something so pure.

I think you could be motionless and still dancing at the same time.

I almost am, watching.