We sat on the stairs to nowhere in High Park. Eleven steps. I filed that in the same part of my brain as where I kept J's passport and Annie's phone number. We made a bright crayon rubbing of fallen leaves around us. There wasn't enough time to do all of them, but I think the others understood. I remember thinking that not all of us can be saints. J told me a story of Robot World, where we can do whatever we really want to because happy robots would take care of us. I offered the robots ice cream. J couldn't stop thinking about it. I jumped, and the feeling of falling was magical. The sun was warm and golden and soft. I love it when he lets me kiss him.
I found beautiful dead branches, and wanted to trace them too. We went through a gate, and were in someone's home. They have beautiful woven branch fences and arches decorated with red berries and leaves, and bird feeders in their trees. J and I sat on their picnic bench and traced the branches in brown. We sat for a long while in silence, just tracing and thinking. We heard rustling and looked up, and there were hundreds of birds everywhere. We decided to thank the person for letting us into their home, so we folded up our tracings into an envelope, and left them a dollar in their arches. I hope they find it and it makes them happy.
I came to a hill with tall thin trees, red and gold against the sun. I stared and empathized, slowly turning into a tree as well. I could feel my feet turn to roots. J woke me up in time, and I was able to leave. I would have got cold without him. He always saves me at just the right moment.
We walked in circles for hours. Saw the same dogs with the same people. It was hard to be certain of where we were. My memories were like dreams.
We found the park, filled with children and laughter. Jason had memories of this place. I wished I did. We sat on the steps and wondered about things together, and started to return to real life. We found the petting zoo on our way back to the city, and I yelled happily at the llamas. I pet a bison, which may have changed everything.
I felt so good. I feel so good remembering. So much golden light, so much love.
I found beautiful dead branches, and wanted to trace them too. We went through a gate, and were in someone's home. They have beautiful woven branch fences and arches decorated with red berries and leaves, and bird feeders in their trees. J and I sat on their picnic bench and traced the branches in brown. We sat for a long while in silence, just tracing and thinking. We heard rustling and looked up, and there were hundreds of birds everywhere. We decided to thank the person for letting us into their home, so we folded up our tracings into an envelope, and left them a dollar in their arches. I hope they find it and it makes them happy.
I came to a hill with tall thin trees, red and gold against the sun. I stared and empathized, slowly turning into a tree as well. I could feel my feet turn to roots. J woke me up in time, and I was able to leave. I would have got cold without him. He always saves me at just the right moment.
We walked in circles for hours. Saw the same dogs with the same people. It was hard to be certain of where we were. My memories were like dreams.
We found the park, filled with children and laughter. Jason had memories of this place. I wished I did. We sat on the steps and wondered about things together, and started to return to real life. We found the petting zoo on our way back to the city, and I yelled happily at the llamas. I pet a bison, which may have changed everything.
I felt so good. I feel so good remembering. So much golden light, so much love.
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Thanks for the sweet comment on my set, eh!
I live up the street from High Park. I love robots. You write really pretty. <3