Wednesday, January 9, 2008

Whee!



Remember that feeling as a kid, when you were jumping on the trampoline and you'd stomped and stomped until you'd gotten so high that for the briefest of moments---the moment between your rapid ascent and the inevitably just as rapid fall---that time seemed to stop, the birds would fall silent, and the air became as clear and fresh and still, save for the breezes that would tease your tangled kid hair into black, red, brown, sun-bleached blond crowns? Remember?

If you didn't have a trampoline as a kid, I'm sorry. It was pretty cool.

1 comment:

Free Ice Cream said...

Has anyone told you you should be a writer...Your pictures are pretty awesome too...so are you :)