Naked Ladies

We've reverted in someway to our childhood selves. We skip to the park and I roll in the grass laughing when she climbs the tree and hangs upside-down, her long hair shaking about like a mane or tail. With her weight a few plums drop to the ground, others hit us on the head or leave splotches of mush on our t-shirts. With the sheet, Zoe and I collect the fallen ones. Carefully making sure to pick out those with wormholes. A crowd of soccer players is watching us and we only laugh harder. We wander through paths that take us through creeks and hillocks, trees and meadows. From afar I hear a shout of gleeful discovery, "Come look at this! What is this alien?" With a skip in my step I approach her only to feel a bit of color drain from my face. For I know these plants only too well. 'Naked ladies', I tell her before heading off down the path again.

Yes, the year has come full circle, the time has come.