And the way he looks at her because life is too precious to breeze through.

For ringing in the new.

All pent up from last night’s rain.

At least for the next few months, I’m not gonna lie these months blasting forward are not my favorite ones. On an upside to the final sweeping of summer’s dust, there’s bubbling stew in a covered pot to look forward … Continue reading →

On this line in the sky stretching east and west,A love letter, unbeknowest that I am this lovely lightBrightening up the fringes and all spaces in betweenShifting the wide blue yonderClaiming divinationas ought to beWhat a precious gift I bearWholeheartily … Continue reading →

These little ones on swings are now pushing or have pushed their own little ones on said swings.

No regrets.

Cuz sometimes life pulls you there.

Cuz you can’t always look kempt catching the breeze on the ride up.