a butterfly and happy skies,

good morning fair faces, fancy napping, and sweet sugar on toast.  I'm looking through heart-shaped glasses. The world is pushing petals into the space between my toes. 

These days, happiness flows like the humming stream.  Bees are slurring honey from flowers. Butterflies are causing baby winds beneath their wings.  The earth, and it's sky line, are decorated in crowns of  hopeful wanderings. I don't feel belly aches, I don't carry the heavy heart, and I'm not tricked by thoughts of gloominess.

It's a wondrous thing to hold paradise in your palms.  To feed your head with happy thoughts. To feel the winds of nourishment.      From cradle rocking, to wood overcoats,  happiness haunts us. We're always catching bugs, casting hooks, and splashing water onto our faces to reach happiness.   Once we've settled into happiness, once we've shared it's peak, we're troubled by it's imminent departure.  The winds of live, of love, and of light, are always stirring.

Happiness is within your palms.  Hidden beneath staircases, the eyes of a stranger, the paw of the lion. Stirring beside the smirk in our wits, the droplet in our cups, and the scripts of our spirits.
If you catch happiness, let it flow beneath your brow, let it foster the land beneath your feet.


"Well," said Pooh, "what I like best," and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn't know what it was called.

Yesterday evening,
Me and a once-bearded boy, visited "My favorite Ice Cream Shoppe"  A local ice cream parlor, decorated with antiques, and seasoned empty soda bottles. We shared an orange float on a waffle cone.  In the center of the parlor, there's a grizzled piano, where a blind man presses keys.   The memory of his magical fingers, the taste of the cone,  the aura of the parlor, the way the wind blew.  This is a memory, I'll forever collect in the corridors of my head.  Lifes cycle is not always meant for pennies, sugar, or pretty things. Sometimes, a little ice cream shop, can make your spirit feel like jewelry.

Tonight,I'll be grooving to tunes, trading sodas for spiced rum, swapping grasslands for dance halls.  A Canadian band, "The Deep Dark Woods", are performing at a local bar.  This is a perfect Saturday.

thank you always for your comments, and sweet natures.
kisses !

what i wore

skirt- value village $7
blouse- value village $3
butterfly socks- had forever
wedges- ALDO $40
sunglasses- ALDO $15

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