7:48 p.m. - 2004-08-26
sunny parks
There's a quick pace in this small town. People running from something, attempting to catch something else. Yesterday I changed my pace. I took Penny to the park. A new world to make an old girl happy. Last night I dreamed about the smile on her golden face. We sat in the shadows of old trees. She chased the ducks and i closed my eyes, seeing orange as the sun seeped into my eyelids. I hummed a tune to myself. I pictured all the Penny's in the world who were, right then, running around like kids, jumping in lakes and chasing birds under the shadows and shines of the sun.
