Pretending there are frozen rivers
Jul. 31st, 2005 11:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
squirmeliaI laid in a bath filled with quivering ice-cubes tonight. Like lying on an iceberg, I tingled as they cracked. Breaking down, liquifying, they soaked my coat, clung to the curves of my back. Southampton's summer-time temporary frozen river dripped towards the plughole. Relaxing, but not quite the Charles River.