You were a cool spot of calm on the tumultuous summer grass. Your hair like glass, soft against your head, your hands somehow unmoving as stockings grew from needles in your fingertips.
A tendril would move now and again, but that was the nature of the scene, we floated like submerged beings in that sea of wind. We were motion, grit, clatter- but you were calm, a well. Tea. When our energies were used up, our faces sunburnt and dripping with sweat, we fell into piles of metal around you and drank in the beauty of a perfect calm, for whom no time had seemingly passed.
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Date: 2004-04-28 05:58 am (UTC)A tendril would move now and again, but that was the nature of the scene, we floated like submerged beings in that sea of wind. We were motion, grit, clatter- but you were calm, a well. Tea. When our energies were used up, our faces sunburnt and dripping with sweat, we fell into piles of metal around you and drank in the beauty of a perfect calm, for whom no time had seemingly passed.