dauphine
Sports...ahh...that dreaded thing. When I think sports, I think of teams, of pushing and shoving, of competition. I don't like that kind of thing. Yet, I think I'm sporty. I climb mountains, practice yoga, scale rocks, run brief distances, have copious amounts of sex...all using the same amount of energy. Highschool sports...not for me.
On a whim, I gave myself a tattoo. It had meaning. Of course. "It's a boa constrictor digesting an elephant." Of course. People these days, no imagination. Although, I admit using a straight pin and india ink makes your tattoos look a little like a connect the dots drawing.
Ahh....that elusive thing. Warm toes, warm nose. No snows. Sparkling dewdrops hang above my hammock, reminding me that I slept soundly all through the night, cuddled in the warmth of summer.
Tarnished souls...like a silver pitcher that's served so many, fingerprints obscuring it's polished shine...yet, we can polish it again--but be warned, the more you give, the more fingerprints will reappear. Don't stress. This is the life of the picture. Would you rather it become tarnished and unused or tarnished and well-loved?