Longing and imagining.
Somewhat different of course, but shall we exchange furtive glances?
Drips from ice melting on the roof set out an unusual rhythm. As new and exciting as Dave Brubeck’s early experiments in jazz.
A bird, unnamed and unwitting, landed on the railing, looked around and decided not to purchase the place.
Some confusion may ensue. Don’t be concerned. Just practice making up your own mind without any advice or data. There are those times.
Eat well, rest well and speak well.
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