A quiet Sunday
Jul. 3rd, 2005 02:22 pmSitting in a truck under the rain. Bluegrass fiddle on the radio. Bill's wife sent him out for milk & sugar. He came back with patio furniture, and yes, milk & sugar. I smell of cut grass & lightning storms. My muscles have a wonder sleepy ache in them. Thunder crosses the sky and I have nothing to do today but listen.
no subject
on 2005-07-03 06:36 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2005-07-04 01:20 am (UTC)I dig your roomie.
He's a hottie. And he's funny to boot. :-)
no subject
on 2005-07-04 01:26 am (UTC)