My Cardboard Balcony

11:07 by Belinda Roddie If everything is limited, why do we pretend that we can live forever, given the state of things, suspended in an amber jewel more silver than gold at this hour? I am certain that the fantasy I weave shares the strings of your tapestry - and what a fantastic and finite rainbow it is, when all is said and done!

I've seen the way the grass grows on this part of the hillside, where the sun hits at an angle that nearly turns it silver instead of gold. I'd tell you if it was green, but the glare is so strong from the sky that I have to squint to look at the modest slope. I can tell you how it feels, though - how cool it is against the soles of my bare feet, how it feels like new hair between my toes. Like it's a part of me. A part of my childhood. A part of my sanity.