living in this big blue world with my head up in outer space
Stirring stars instead of sugar in my lemonade
Stirring stars instead of sugar in my lemonade
He is young - and naive - enough to take her words at face value, still capable of trusting wholly in the words of the adults around him. So he smiles serenely, swinging their connected hands a little as they walk. Only to jolt and crowd immediately into Phoebe’s side as a herd of nearby ramphires begin to keel over without a word or any predator in sight. Jude presses his face into his mother’s clothes as she brings him close, not wanting to see more than he already had, what little he understood of it.
He blindly follows her where she leads, and only tentatively emerges from her skirt when he notices the sun is no longer on his shoulders. The sweets around him are a tempting visual that help ease the rapid rise of his chest. “Is everything okay?” he warbles uncertainly, Phoebe’s own eyes staring up at her for reassurance before he lets himself relax enough to emerge from her shadow.
He blindly follows her where she leads, and only tentatively emerges from her skirt when he notices the sun is no longer on his shoulders. The sweets around him are a tempting visual that help ease the rapid rise of his chest. “Is everything okay?” he warbles uncertainly, Phoebe’s own eyes staring up at her for reassurance before he lets himself relax enough to emerge from her shadow.
JUDE
