2004-08-01 
 

womb

I remember getting out of church in the early spring and waiting around in the chill air outside for Mom and Dad to stop chatting with everyone under the sun. My favorite days were sunny ones, when we could ask for the car keys and go wait in the old Pontiac. Though the air outside was cool, the car's interior would be luxuriously warm having baked in the sun for a few hours.

I'd scrunch down on the seat and get drowsy looking up at the thousands of perforated dots in the ceiling vinyl. If I adjusted my eyes in just the right manner, the dots would start to multiply. Layer upon layer floating closer and closer to the tip of my nose.

If I could freeze moments in time, that would be one of them.

Labels: memory lane, spirit

* posted by me at 5:34 PM

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