Just a bit too hot.

Yet the wind feels icy if you let it get in.

Temperature seems to control all feelings some days.

Other days feelings make you chill, boil or simmer.

Familiarity and comfort are addictive commanders of stasis.

Do the right thing.

You know.

Grey walls are bad judges.

Brightness lifts the level of all things.

Listen in on yourself and only you.

Driving forwards with a dusting of finely milled flour.

Conversation with flourishes of flowery language sprinkled intently.

The great debate about the wrong subjects.

The right subjects smothered in sugary syrup.

A greeting is all it takes to be civil.

We went upstairs.

They went downstairs.

We met on the multi-level terrace.

Home-baked dainties and glittering hats.

We received a card displaying the word “Magic”.

All good so far!

Three apples and a bank .

Something to munch when financing a business empire.

The lakeside fire pit scorching eggplant and marshmallows alike.

“Poetry seeped in like a feint breeze my friends.”

Cushioned comfort and longevity.