tears for fears is the soundtrack of freedom, late afternoon in the summer until dusk. it plays in my head when it’s not swirling
out loud. we made mojitos and used our
tongues to keep the mint from kissing our teeth. brazilian rum and citric acid and bubbly water cooled by ice provided the
gravitational pull back to reality between pages as we read aloud from choose
your own adventure number three. the
left fork in the underground river is always the right decision. we ended our adventure abruptly to retire
indoors and recline at right angles on the couch as the last hot air balloon
left for paris. i have a feeling the
professor would not approve.
