This Snapshot
For resembling a postcard of a particular balmy polis I wouldn’t mind being transported to, so long as water beads off our skin.
For resembling a postcard of a particular balmy polis I wouldn’t mind being transported to, so long as water beads off our skin.
for setting the tone.
and all is well; go in peace.
because who doesn’t need a little sparkle in their life?
alas I’m feeling it.
and so it did.
just before it disappeared and the golden coin in it that was found by the one with a golden heart. While not an actual Vasilopita, it was disguised as one for underneath the customary powdered sugar pita, was my signature … Continue reading
It sure was pretty while it lasted.
Some pray for blessings, others pillageLessons for all to heed come through the passing breeze, Gratefully not only for those who kneel.Gratefully, our little guides to glimmers have appeared.
My establishment of boundaries is still a new thing to be reckon with but don’t be fooled by the novelty of it all; they’re not budging ever again. I’ve set them as boldly and unyielding as the lone star state … Continue reading