Over Thresholds

We played. After a long long time today. I bicycled, free like a girl, after a long time today. A furiously exhausting game of tennis, Mars in the leisurely afternoon sunk inside the bucket chairs, mixed up dohars hovering over mixed up us while the afternoon bowed on its way out. A meal laced with a breezer, all soul..no fat.

Time went by ever so slowly, waiting it out. Lingering on every bend for a better view. Moments, they thawed out of stillness slowly so that the day, it seeped into the room temperature moments, soaking it all in. It was a day with a feel. Lots of it. A juicy day.  It felt seamless. The day and its movements spilled listlessly over the changing lights outside and wetted the entire canvas, making it drip. And I tasted the day on the tip of my tongue and let it rest there precariously while I felt its cool touch..before I swallowed it inside of me. I swelled up from inside and felt full and light headed at the same time.  

And we still are not through with it. The crumbs of it are still leftover, to be scraped and devoured with relish. I want to savour the taste, max it and then, let it flow..out of me, into the universe, like a cloud…towards the rising sun of tomorrow.