Its last breath takes my breath away.
Coffee with my sweet on a Sunday morning. It imprints a memory that floats. And weaves through my daydreams. I linger on his words. And I love him all the more.
Rainy day reflections through the windows. So much rain. Lilacs ready to burst once the sun…
Our two adopted cats. Unrelated and one year apart. They are twins.
Out for an evening drink and some jazz with my love.
My love is a sailor. He speaks the language of this powerful thing called the sea and knows it deeply. He flies atop it and takes me under his wing. We go! And I feel me. Us!
That moment between sleep and wakefulness. A fine, blurred line. Gauzy morning light. Making for a soft return.
Twirl me round. In our woods. Spinning world. Laughing. Til sun dips behind the trees turning them coal black. And we cross that blurred line. Into dreams once again.