I write on sun-soaked pages (with a pen of inky sky) of colors so vibrant it seems a Photographer has captured the world in software to saturate them— unreal, yet only to be found in the realest of untouched places. Of deep blue and bright green and rich brown and water that reflects every color and no color at all. Clear. Pale yellow washes over everything, lightly— the sun is the Saturater, too. And of the air that grazes skin, weightless as sunlight. TOMs in the grass, white earphones weaving over blank paper and through the blades. It is perfection, you will not believe it until you see it, feel it, be it. The only thing I would not give up to be sharing it with you is the moment itself.
I wish you were here.
Such beauty. Too breathtaking, too overwhelming, for just one person to take in herself.