and this is what wakes me up

walking the golden backroads, a young girl reached her hands into a puddle and showed me the mud on her palms. barely able to contain her pure pleasure, she radiated and spoke to me with intoxication. i could not understand, so i just said "hello" and "messy hands." i loved her then as i love my previous, tender self. the moment was raw, the moment was holy, the moment captured eternity (next to the dragonflies).