April 15, 2007

Five Hours One Sunday

There were four of us in a sun-warmed room. There isn't any furniture so we sit on the floor. We talk. We eat ice cream. We talk more. We move around because our butts hurt. We talk more.

Then we go home.

It was five hours one Sunday.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Sounds like a fun way to spend a Sunday! Except for the hurt butt, lol.