Smelling blossoms, bursting with a way of the light.
I think of Danny, bringing that scents of misty trickle of water. The trickle from the drive to the fuzz of my ears. Such a dapple and perfume with the idle bee coming by such a hill.
I think of Danny, bringing that scents of misty trickle of water. The trickle from the drive to the fuzz of my ears. Such a dapple and perfume with the idle bee coming by such a hill.
What a rush of blueness down to the M of my nose. Snorting it towards a good time.
Is this what it's like to be in presence of a coming union?