hemlock
2002-11-24 || 1:24 p.m.

One of the nicest things in the world is early on a hot summer's day, the sun is pouring in through your curtains and casting a shard of light across your bed. You stick your leg out, your covers barely across you, you are drowsy, you can feel yourself drifting in and out of consciousness. You are alone. Except for the buzzing of a small plane tracing a path across the sky. Somewhere, high up in the sky, sits another human being but just for that brief moment in time you are united.