pure

As it glugs...

As the sun dropped down on Madi and I as we walked outside. During our break for lunch. Outside. Madi and I. Sun glugging down. Mooing upon us. I looked over at Madi and her face was obviously made of pure gold drops. The wind brushed past us cointaining twinkles of shine. The drops of gold on the caked dirt on the ground reminded me of mustard on burnt toast. THe sun glowed on us and kept us warm under its golden and soft blanket.