Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved. Everything up to that point had been left unresolved.
Jah-Lilah loved the water. So many good memories made by the water's edge so many days and nights before this. Sometimes she saw pictures in the water, the product of too much over-indulging and an over-active imagination. She enjoyed them though, my red-rosy mare has no regrets. She loved the rivers and waterfalls especially because they were unmanageable, untamable. The water could not be held, could not be captured, the water was a migrant, like her. Kindred spirits, they were, Jah-Lilah and the aqua.
It was Jah-Lilah's love of the water that brought her to the stream today, plunged her belly-deep damn near in the middle of the river. She reveled in the coolness surrounding her body, felt it tickle her sides as it pushed roughly past her. She stuck her nose in and blew bubbles like a child, entertained by her own made-up game. It wasn't until a dark colored man with wild black hair trailing behind him like smoke came blundering through did she break her concentration. Jah-Lilah was not started, but more taken aback at how boisterous he came to this peaceful entity. The nerve. She snorted the water from her nostrils, and called out to him a greeting. His sides were heaving, his eyes wild. His muscles trembled beneath his skin she noticed, looking at him curiously.
Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm."
Jah-Lilah loved the water. So many good memories made by the water's edge so many days and nights before this. Sometimes she saw pictures in the water, the product of too much over-indulging and an over-active imagination. She enjoyed them though, my red-rosy mare has no regrets. She loved the rivers and waterfalls especially because they were unmanageable, untamable. The water could not be held, could not be captured, the water was a migrant, like her. Kindred spirits, they were, Jah-Lilah and the aqua.
It was Jah-Lilah's love of the water that brought her to the stream today, plunged her belly-deep damn near in the middle of the river. She reveled in the coolness surrounding her body, felt it tickle her sides as it pushed roughly past her. She stuck her nose in and blew bubbles like a child, entertained by her own made-up game. It wasn't until a dark colored man with wild black hair trailing behind him like smoke came blundering through did she break her concentration. Jah-Lilah was not started, but more taken aback at how boisterous he came to this peaceful entity. The nerve. She snorted the water from her nostrils, and called out to him a greeting. His sides were heaving, his eyes wild. His muscles trembled beneath his skin she noticed, looking at him curiously.
Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm."
someday, we will foresee obstacles