Anyway, though, as I was walking along the water front, I saw everything, felt, breathed everything. And I wanted to write it all down, so that I wouldn't forget it all as I'm so often apt to do. Of course, I hadn't thought to bring any of my journals with me. I just had to try to absorb everything I could, and remember it. Luckily only about ten minutes later, they wanted to go to The Hilton to use the bathroom. I went to the front desk and asked if I could nab a piece of paper and a pen (I still have the pen) and started madly scribbling down everything I could think of. Here it is, in its full (okay, not actually full. This is only about the first half), unedited, awful glory:
"pale grey wood on water
limbs of wood crossing, up down, a jungle of limbs
plane going by, still light in the sky
echos of life footsteps
fingers burn with cold (metal railings)
log floating, plank of wood floating, tree floating
sounds of maybe voices
black gaps under rocks-- someone could live there
sarcasticish, wonderish teenage girl-- alone?
fantasizing about what could be, wondering what is, afraid of footsteps
pregnancy? prolly not.
dirt on knees of jeans and hands
telescope with smiles
barren secret garden behind buildings
heart gasping through your throat"
So, yeah, I'm planing on writing a story from that. Hopefully it'll be up by Monday? I mean, assuming it works out and everything.