closer to the sun
Aug. 24th, 2009 08:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
harborshoreTonight 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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Date: 2009-08-25 04:23 pm (UTC)It's another night (week, month, something) on the road in this shitty van, and Ian is just so tired, but he still can't sleep. He wishes he had some weed left, because then maybe he could, but no.
He rolls over again and listens to the engine running.
"Psst," someone says. Cash. Obviously. "Hey, Ian?"
"Mmmf," Ian says and then, "Ooof, watch it, asshole," in a whisper, because Cash comes clambering over the seats and lands on Ian.
"You're warm, damn," he says in a surprised voice, and Ian grins.
"Victoria lent me a sleeping bag," and he can't keep the smug out of his voice.
"No shit? Niiiice," Cash draws it out until it's not even a double entendre, it's like, a quadruple entendre? Or whatever it becomes when it's completely obvious what someone really means.
"Oh yeah," Ian says, playing along even though they both know Victoria would never ever sleep with any of them. Ever.
Which is why Cash doesn't sound pissed or anything, just says, "Can I share?" and Ian nods, unzipping it and squirming around until they can use it as a blanket.
They lie still like that for about two minutes or something (Ian's not all that good at telling how much time has gone by, unless he's on stage where he has a beat to follow) and then Cash says, "Ian?"
"Yeah?"
"Your hair," Cash says, batting at it, "I have some of your hair up my nose."
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Date: 2009-08-26 05:37 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-08-25 11:35 pm (UTC)LOOOOOOOOOOOL trufax.
I should probably read more Cabfic just to laugh at Cash more.
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Date: 2009-08-26 05:38 am (UTC)