I think the world must have stopped hurtling recklessly through space.
All tagged water
I think the world must have stopped hurtling recklessly through space.
I’m two, maybe three, wearing a baggy diaper and standing in shin-deep puddle water. Leah’s here too, all pigtails and chubby legs and chubby cheeks.
Walking the shoreline, I observe how the wind behaves—like a relentless, fussy mother, scouring footprints, scrubbing the sand smooth, only to have the tide return …
The heavy bass resonates in the bathroom, the vocals barely audible over the running water.
The rain had been incessant and biblical for days and weeks and nearing a month.