Feathers tickle
Tickle, a memory, a thought. another circle around the sun, marks time. files, flat files store images… Fans evaporate sweat, salt remains, a taste of the sea we came from. pink walls beckon an evening sky, the end of a day or the blush of a ripening…
Enjoying a sweet summer eve and happily anticipating a mid summer week.
i wonder what is ripening in your world & when it will be ready to bite?