It is so smooth. It silences the breaking. The dry yellowgreen, the fading blue, the melting white world. The foggy past has left a crust, over the sleeping pool. Crows at the crack of dawn, squirrels like acrobats and hummingbirds good morning. Awake but still. You know the deal. A coffee pot, my habit smokes. My wet and dirty boots. Your strong and solid roots. Await for the sun. It's there, even if it doesn't come. I draw a circle and I wait. I'm in. You 're in. "The ceremony is about to begin." Good Day.
Random thoughts, twisted meanings and recreational aspects.