Monday, March 28, 2005

Night and Day

He couldn't sleep, so he sat patiently in the dark. His eyes wandered, falling on the tiniest glimmers. Light caught the side of a small object -- a plane maybe -- and he tried to focus on it. As a mass of light, it seemed graceful and amorphous. Then he remembered: putting his swimsuit on, walking down to the lake, diving in. The object was not a plane at all, and it wasn't even nighttime. He began his ascent and thought, the certain sideline themselves.


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