there it is, that distinct aroma a wind of the past a breeze of the gone a flash of laughter once, now lost somewhere in the deluge, somewhere in the design supine on the detritus a back-float on time ethereal buoyant, I fall from a rooftop farewell, receding sky welcome home whispers the blue cc: Chagall 2021
This is surreal… perfect thing to end my night with 💕
Thank you. Where are you that it is now night?
I live in Alaska.
Are you sourdough or cheechako? 🙂
Well, isn’t this great? Nice work!
Very much obliged. Thank you. —CC
You’re welcome!