Sunday, 16 March 2008
Seven. Words Mistaken For Stars
We sit under the tree watching people leave and enter. The music trails out and catches in the branches, hitting us on the head every now and then. The words all get lost, though. They are stuck right up at the top, in the tallest branches. We mistake them for stars and make wishes. I wish for Summer. It’s a safe bet. It’s something that will eventually come true. I try to steer away from abstractions like happiness or love. Wishing for them usually leads to disappointment. Ivan wishes for chips. He wishes it out loud three times and gets to his feet. As we head home I "have a feeling" his wish is going to come true.