overalls in namibia

today i put on my old, patched-up overalls and smiled. i used to wear those old friends everyday while on african soil, making pottery and wipping the red clay on their fading denim. everytime i put them on i think of namibia.

i went around barefoot all day and layed down in the grass. it smelled like summer. green grass, wet soil and lilacs. the sky was so blue and clear. the leaves on the branches above were a thousand little green flags clapping together and laughing. green and blue mixed with a little red makes deep purple. that was the color of my soul. rest, quietness and purging merged within.

namibia is a desert. but within that desert one can find an oasis. and on the oasis is the color of red mixed with blue, mixed with green. it rains sometimes there. when it does, the flowers bloom quickly and then fade quickly. hardly anyone sees the flowers that bloom in the desert. but they still bloom. they still show their pretty faces and smile very brightly towards the heavens. and then they fall asleep again.

kind of like old patch-up denim overalls.