muddy and no dry place to sit.

so i led us to the tennis courts, which had only a few puddles left to dry through the night.

we went to the middle tennis court.

you picked the spot.

and we sat.

i laid on my back.

hands beneath my head.

looking at the sky, dark and clouds receding and coming.

stars here and there.

looking at you. hair strand falling across your face. your lips constantly in a smile.

i wish you would have laid with me.