There is a faint glimmer of sound and whisper of light. (See what i did there, with the words and their perceptions? And now - parenthetically letting you get a peek inside my head...this is the kind of moment that just allows me to wish that, in just this one instance, I were you, so that I could enjoy me in a new way.) Shine on me, autumn breeze.
jimmy,
ReplyDeleteYou are a thief.
-Squirrel