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"Round
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind"
My mind whirled when I thought of the house. It was just blocks away from my own home, near the same beaches I frequented over the summer, near my school, immediately in my life, but it was like a portal into a world that was unreal. I'd already spent two nights in the house and was planning on spending a third.
"Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of its own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half-forgotten dream
Like the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind"
My sneakers left intricate imprints in the thick dust that coated the floor of the skeleton of a house. Rogue golf balls from Seth and Ryan's earlier activities scattered here and there made me step carefully. Near-opaque plastic sheets divided the rooms. Bugs hovered in packs in the air. I swatted at a cloud of insects as I made my way through the house. The house was still. I hadn't seen any sign that Seth had returned.
"Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly?
Was it something that you said?
Lovers walk along a shore
And leave their footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And the fragment of this song
Half-remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the colour of her hair?"
A pleasantly warm low glow was cast by the candles and flashlights in the room ahead of me. He lay on his back on the faded picnic blanket with his hands behind his head. For a moment I stood beyond his sight, watching the way the light and shadows played on the floor and the plastic sheets. His eyes shone with an inviting dim gold gleen, matching his hair. A plastic sheet rustled with my movement. He turned his head to look at the disturbance, and the way the light caught his face made the crude and dirty frame of a house we'd holed up in seem like the place to be.
"Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind"
Song is "Windmills of Your Mind" by Sting
"Round
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind"
My mind whirled when I thought of the house. It was just blocks away from my own home, near the same beaches I frequented over the summer, near my school, immediately in my life, but it was like a portal into a world that was unreal. I'd already spent two nights in the house and was planning on spending a third.
"Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of its own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half-forgotten dream
Like the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind"
My sneakers left intricate imprints in the thick dust that coated the floor of the skeleton of a house. Rogue golf balls from Seth and Ryan's earlier activities scattered here and there made me step carefully. Near-opaque plastic sheets divided the rooms. Bugs hovered in packs in the air. I swatted at a cloud of insects as I made my way through the house. The house was still. I hadn't seen any sign that Seth had returned.
"Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly?
Was it something that you said?
Lovers walk along a shore
And leave their footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And the fragment of this song
Half-remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the colour of her hair?"
A pleasantly warm low glow was cast by the candles and flashlights in the room ahead of me. He lay on his back on the faded picnic blanket with his hands behind his head. For a moment I stood beyond his sight, watching the way the light and shadows played on the floor and the plastic sheets. His eyes shone with an inviting dim gold gleen, matching his hair. A plastic sheet rustled with my movement. He turned his head to look at the disturbance, and the way the light caught his face made the crude and dirty frame of a house we'd holed up in seem like the place to be.
"Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind"
Song is "Windmills of Your Mind" by Sting