I could sit here all morning
trying to compose a more profound piece
about the outdoors,
about the trees and the smell of dust and the greenness of grass.
But it’s better to go outside.
To let the light embrace me the way we are not supposed to embrace.
It’s best to offer our lips and cheeks to the breeze,
and then
our bodies to the sun
than to each other.
The sun, after all, keeps its distance.
Charly Slipp 