the playground: we're not in the sandbox anymore.

i want that giant ball. it bounced off the top of my head once.

franz ferdinand.

this is how the sky looked when i got home.

six hours of nonstop jumping and pumping fists. six hours of music beating inside my chest. six hours of flashing lights. i had so much fun it must be a criminal. my knees were shaking at the end of the night -- it was dawn when we headed back.

oh yeah, this is definitely better than the sandbox.

playground at carnaval beach, saturday 141109