Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
Saturday, June 15, 2013
Need to Get Me a Hammock
Pepper lays in the hammock he's installed on his roof, looking at the sky. A few feet away, the party continues, and our friends eat and drink and laugh, but here, for a moment, things are quiet. He pulls a string to rock the hammock gently back and forth.
"Remember when you were little, and you used to look at the clouds all the time?" he says