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harborshore) wrote2009-08-24 08:25 pm
harborshore) wrote2009-08-24 08:25 pm
closer to the sun
Tonight I went for a walk with dad, about an hour before the sunset. People were playing soccer and volleyball on the field near where we live, and the all-girl team was winning the volleyball game (much like it seems the only serious contenders in the Way-family croquet match was Alicia and Lyn-Z).
We crossed the road and sat down on the cliff, watching as the light settled over the grass and the skyline. Like being in a city and not, at once.
Then we saw hot-air balloons. Four of them, to be exact. They were coming closer, hovering over the trees, and it was beautiful, absolutely stunning. But what was initially looking like a gorgeous sunset, complete with balloons (like a movie), turned into a comedy of errors pretty soon, with some pretty scary moments.
See, the first balloon meant to go down right in front of us. Only at the last second, there was a gust of wind and it lifted again, almost ending up in the middle of the road. However, the driver managed to get it airborne again, so that it reached the field on the other side of the road, where it bounce-bounce-bounced three times before landing on its side.
The second balloon almost ran into the only building in this field, but somehow swerved and executed a fairly smooth landing, swaying with the wind before the people (and the air) were let out.
The fourth balloon was the impressive one. It was the furthest away, and we saw it start going down where we know there are no fields large enough to comfortably land on. We gulped a little, but it started rising again after being completely out of sight beyond the trees. There was barely any wind at this point, so it stood practically still in the air for about ten minutes before it started coming closer to our field. It came down fast, then, but slowed enough just before touching down that the balloon barely swayed at all. Incredibly graceful, somehow, and a fantastic thing to get to see.
On the way back, we ended up right below a kestrel, hovering in the air, preparing for a dive. Dad said he felt like it was about to dive at us, and I agreed, but we still didn't move.
Now, I'm waiting for the joint aches to subside (modern medicine is sometimes marvelous) and looking at the dark outside. We can't see the stars, yet, but the closer we get to winter, the clearer they'll become.
I'd steal the death match meme, except I'm feeling sweet and cozy tonight. I'd rather talk about cuddling.
If you feel like it, give me two characters, bandom (MCR or MSI), DCU (Birds of Prey, the Bats (especially the ladies)), and Buffy, and I'll tell you about them cuddling. Wacky crossovers are totally okay, though please don't give me Bob and Batman.
We crossed the road and sat down on the cliff, watching as the light settled over the grass and the skyline. Like being in a city and not, at once.
Then we saw hot-air balloons. Four of them, to be exact. They were coming closer, hovering over the trees, and it was beautiful, absolutely stunning. But what was initially looking like a gorgeous sunset, complete with balloons (like a movie), turned into a comedy of errors pretty soon, with some pretty scary moments.
See, the first balloon meant to go down right in front of us. Only at the last second, there was a gust of wind and it lifted again, almost ending up in the middle of the road. However, the driver managed to get it airborne again, so that it reached the field on the other side of the road, where it bounce-bounce-bounced three times before landing on its side.
The second balloon almost ran into the only building in this field, but somehow swerved and executed a fairly smooth landing, swaying with the wind before the people (and the air) were let out.
The fourth balloon was the impressive one. It was the furthest away, and we saw it start going down where we know there are no fields large enough to comfortably land on. We gulped a little, but it started rising again after being completely out of sight beyond the trees. There was barely any wind at this point, so it stood practically still in the air for about ten minutes before it started coming closer to our field. It came down fast, then, but slowed enough just before touching down that the balloon barely swayed at all. Incredibly graceful, somehow, and a fantastic thing to get to see.
On the way back, we ended up right below a kestrel, hovering in the air, preparing for a dive. Dad said he felt like it was about to dive at us, and I agreed, but we still didn't move.
Now, I'm waiting for the joint aches to subside (modern medicine is sometimes marvelous) and looking at the dark outside. We can't see the stars, yet, but the closer we get to winter, the clearer they'll become.
I'd steal the death match meme, except I'm feeling sweet and cozy tonight. I'd rather talk about cuddling.
If you feel like it, give me two characters, bandom (MCR or MSI), DCU (Birds of Prey, the Bats (especially the ladies)), and Buffy, and I'll tell you about them cuddling. Wacky crossovers are totally okay, though please don't give me Bob and Batman.
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TIM/KON. I'm sorry, I have this never-ending love affair with those two. OTHERWISE - Lyn-Z & Gerard & Bandit
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"You're doing it again."
Tim lifts his head out of his hands and turns around to look at Kon. "What?" He winces at his tone. Really, he used to be able to sound calm even when he wasn't.
Kon's lounging on Tim's bed, keeping a pillow hovering in the air. Tim thinks he's going to throw the pillow at him, but instead, Kon sits up, looking unusually serious.
"You're doing it again. Like, you caught the guy. He's not gonna hurt anybody else, so why are you still looking at the file?"
Tim closes his eyes briefly and opens them again. "I have to make sure I don't make the same mistake next time."
"Oh, for--" and then Kon yanks on the chair, tipping Tim out, and then yanking him onto the bed. Tim only has time to think, Damn, he's gotten fast, but his surprise doesn't mean he isn't ready to break the grip the second Kon puts him down on the bed.
But he subsides and relaxes when Kon puts a hand on his wrist. He knows that look, it's the lie-the-fuck-still-or-I'll-get-mad look, and while he's not scared of it, he hasn't had Kon back for all that long. So he exercises some patience, waiting for Kon to speak.
"You need to sleep," Kon says, and Tim blinks in surprise. "You need to sleep, because normally, you would have noticed me being about to do that and dodged. So lie still, okay? We're gonna cuddle."
And Tim's stuck there on his back, Superboy half on top of him, arm across his body. He can't do this, he has simulations left to run--
"Stop thinking," Kon says, mouth on Tim's shoulder.
Tim supposes he can maybe do that. Just for a little while. This bed (Kon) is really warm, and, yeah. That. He takes a deep breath and then another one, and, yeah.
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