Wide open and airy.

Heat and cool mixed to an invisible recipe.

Let’s have a slice of temperate climate indoors and out.

We’ve been listening to the new interior-exterior designers.

We are thinking of creating an international award for these creative specialists.

A piece of pie.

Fried with a crisp sweet and savory super-thin crust.

That’s the way we were taught at engineering school.

Only the best, well planned, excellently executed.

After that we became a vicarious architect and spiffing graphic designer.

And more!

Rather the first than the second, although the third has some interesting possibilities.

There it is.

Hidden in a jar, but which jar?

The bell jar, the jam jar or a door ajar perhaps.

A cushioned day with much laughter and a new universe of improvements.

That’s the way we like it.

What a show it was. The neatly made bed sailed across the sky with a loud snoring coming from its occupant.

Perhaps their dream was creating a dreamlike spectacle for us.

Perhaps this was a new way to promote a popular song.

I leaned back again and sang an old standard.

Fitted and filtered, the top of the tree with tiny branches emphasizing height and unreachable nature.

Trained to surf the waves of warm feelings and trembling anticipation, we signed up for the full immersion and after-glow.

Between arboreal acceptance and structured programs we could have been part of an organization.

Still at peace.