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Wednesday, August 31, 2005

flight tag

Nuri and i played cloudchasing. there is a big field in the west where the grass sway and laugh and where great shadows of clouds fragment the green with gray and black. the point of the game is to stay on one of the moving cloud shadows and not to be in the sunshine or you will be burned to death. Nuri picked a particularly big cloud-shadow because she was a very big little girl now. i chose one slightly behind her and we raced across the field as fast as our breath and legs allowed without stopping. the green seemed neverending. the run seemed to take days and our feet tickled with the tease of wings, but then the field ends and both of us would have to leap to another shadow and fly again. it was a wonderful game of freedom and flight. i lost of course. Nuri has great strides so i burned in the sun and got buried by her laughter.

oh Nuri, you are so beautiful it hurts me slightly.
Posted by NHJ 8/31/2005 01:55:00 pm