Lay in bed all day in our underwear, reading the paper from front to back, punctuating the completely comfortable silence with musings from our reading,we’d eat toast & drink endless cups of tea… you in your grandpa cardigan & thick socks & me in one of your old shirts, both of us messy haired & red cheeked from the laziness of it all.
Hey you, look up, marvel at the sight before you, look at the sky & the gentle giants above. Float on, endlessly, wherever your heart desires. Look up & dream of how life would be if we could be up in the clouds.
Image: me (somewhere across the atlantic)