into_this_beach_house_made_of_glass Ouroboros We watch the sun retreat from the waves and the beach and from us, leaving us with our last bits of laughter. You had made the motion of throwing stones against the panes, and we had laughed. But now the wind scratches the sand against the glass, and you sit on the porch trying with impatience to wipe the black sticky tar off your sole. I say nothing. I hear your laboring breathing. We trek inside and as I make the motions to make the tea I imagine the light of our house illuminated in the darkness of the waves and the sand, and the glass revealing us to it all. You notice nothing of your transparency and reach for me. 080222 ... Ouroboros (line from i_tried_speed) 080222 what's it to you? who go blather from