#solichor 13.

[caustis]

@solichor.

         ‘ you’d think they’d be all frizz. ’ he’s running his fingers through the (unfrizzy) hair of one of their children as he says it, speaking to but looking away from summer. his love is all theirs for a minute. his smile, too—although they’re dead asleep—is property of the curly-headed freckly-faced little’un in his lap. ‘ rain and heat considered. ’