I wander through the forests dark and silent. Night swims around me and decorated is the earth with lace patterns of leafy shadows cast by the Moon above. My jeans are frazzled at the ends and the soft earth is moist beneath my bare feet...it rains.

I hear the drops on the leaves around me...i feel them cold on my face, through my thin cotton shirt....down my arms sensual.
He stands at the end leaned against a massive, dark trunk looking up at the moon's silvery face. The glow is angelic almost, on his creamy skin and he smiles, sensing my very presence.

The lake shimmers with white light, the creepers murmur white sounds, the nightengale moans and the peacock dances in the white rain...white his brilliant, perfect teeth as he smiles...as he kisses...white the minutes...white the hours in his embrace.

Spring.

It must be sickening to read me just going on and on about the seasons like some naieve FOB but I just can't get over them.
Its great to have change, to have somethign different every now and again.

And then there is the energy of Spring that one feel latent and bursting. The throbbing, black earth, the tiny promises of green...the grey skies and light rains.

And Short Hair - by the way :) Pics are forthcomming.... O and a more traditional earring.
So exams are over on the 28th - and Ive two summer courses in May and June - lifeless till July.

O well.