LET US HAVE A MEETING OF THE MINDS AND CONSTRUCT A PERFECT DAY.
I imagine greenery glinting. And a soft breeze against my skin. Or maybe, leaves falling. Yes, later than Summer, actually. It could be early Autumn. The sun, in any case, should be stationed overhead, and her golden rays filtering kindly down upon all. Maybe a strong ray of it lighting up your jaw, and arm. Continue reading “pan flute promenade”