early morning sunshine knifes between the canopy of oak and pine, disturbed by cool ... CONTINUED

From my stool I can see the brick lanes and canal below. Wide-eyed tourists shuffle past while ... CONTINUED

a slow roll of waves kiss the beach. beneath pine and sycamore an evening breeze feels ... CONTINUED

from my window cars and trucks sail past in both directions, their tires humming on ... CONTINUED

i'd swaddle you with words but know they'd never stick, falling away from your grin and honeyed ... CONTINUED

puff of breath. energy and intention suspended on the gossamer threads of ... CONTINUED