I Was Just About To Run

Anastasia Cazabon - Tree (from Stories)

With the tan slightly stiff on your cheek muscles and warm like the day, the forever of an afternoon spent in the sun is the beauty of eternal recurrence. When whatever can run its course of all things has already rolled on every piece of grass and mastered every kite trick, whatever can happen of all things has already happened, resulted, and gone by. And there are a forever of todays and tomorrows and forevers.

Throw Me The Statue - About To Walk (mp3)