Cause there’s still time for an evening dose of it’s eau de toilette and there’s still time for more stone fruits, to be savored on sun-baked pavers.

Cozier than it looks. A quarter of an hour reprieve as the sun pops in to say hello aides new beginnings.

‘Cause emerging from it changes how the soul makes way.

Some say your greatest offering is not always something you do; most often, it is the person you become. I wonder what he became.

For the avifauna of benagil.

Marking each squeal with delight on the descent, cause why walk down a hill when you can roll.

And the full surrender that wrapped up the summer of 24

As we merrily row downstream.

And its allegory we flout.