Archives for December 2015

Was it a balloon?

I reached out and touched the soft stars.

People sat and drank in bars.

It’ll always be soon.

Hope you like it.

It’s yours to enjoy.

We smile when we see you smile.

Mindfully shopping, we were.

A relaxation like no other.

Tell me you like it brother.

And to all you are a mother.

Hit play, go, say, move and get in the groove.

Your smile made my day today.

Different strokes and tasty sauces.

Ideal temperature for a bath?

What’s the time right now?

Take a day-trip to the dairy farm.

Out of the way and beyond harm.

Feel the breeze and hold a hand, arm in arm.

Just when you don’t expect it, someone offers you an eggnog. No I don’t know what it is, it looked like a caramel milkshake.

And by surprise, someone will offer you a cookie baked by their aunt, the one they only get to talk to once a year.

And if you are lucky, you will be offered fries with that.

And if you are a fine and upstanding friend of the inspired and bold, you will be given a seat at the table.

Join us.

They had booked early to be sure of sitting in the area with the softest blades of grass.

The concert started on time, with introductions to the musicians who would perform and thanks to the organizers and benefactors.

The rain stayed away.

A light hazy sun warmed but did not burn.

People recognized old friends in the audience.

Sandwiches were plentiful and well presented in woven baskets, they were served on fine china with linen napkins.

The music was good.