At twilight, we walk through fields of moonlight and stars; our light clothes, brilliant
A place to gather words before they get lost.
At twilight, we walk through fields of moonlight and stars; our light clothes, brilliant
Bare arms, shivering - we'll remember for later - this cool morning air
Bird sounds from the trees: winged musicians on a branch take a chance on song
for Algot
A smoldering heat settles down on the valley; cloud cover blanket
Each lotus flower — beautifully resilient — always finds its way
Early evening rain, and we're leaning our heads back to sip from the sky
Butterflies flutter along the meadow flowers: a chaotic arc
A stone of black ink, rubbed smooth by ocean currents: the beach as artist
Cold night explosion: the watermelon busts loose, making us a mess
Ordinary musique; a chamber of melody - the sound of something fierce
for DS106 Daily Create