August 27, 2012 by indigoblur Leave a comment Sweet morning breeze… Sweet morning breeze cascading through the window as the summer’s heat suspends it’s breath. (In response to AMS: “Acorns falling on the roof. Pounding out the cadence of a rear view mirror view of summer fading down the road.”)
May 8, 2012 by indigoblur Leave a comment When the morning is young and the vale between the worlds is open, I allow myself to drift. It is within this drift that our souls meet.