Instead of pallid hum as there is at home,
crisp brown leaves on top of sand, new branches snapping underfoot.
Wind through sea grass, like milk poured on rice krispies.
purple jeweled happiness
See her whisper of life unfolding
Now you don’t
An empty hole inside of me will holler out to me every month or two, like a starving neglected child. It can’t be filled by any person or even the chicken salad samples at the Piggly Wiggly. These are my signs, and I go.
Hope your week is off to a great start! Do you ever go on jaunts? Are they planned or spontaneous?