Bundled up beneath the stars, we're blanketed, still, secluded; night chill
A place to gather words before they get lost.
Bundled up beneath the stars, we're blanketed, still, secluded; night chill
Hunting forest soils off the path, after the rains, where small mushrooms spawn
At what point do we remember the forgetting?
The letting of memories, sliding through doors?
I am that child, again, worried at what I left behind
for DS106
Summer's passing by, as flocks of geese far above loudly shout: good-bye
In an orchard lab, scientists tinker with genes to make an apple
With acrobatics, the savvy salmon begin the long journey home
Another stolen moment, locked in dance;
hands connected ever – forever - never in a million will this music stop beating -
two hearts, needing the other
inspired by https://flic.kr/p/2qjpc13
Her quill, dipped in ink crafted from Gall Wasp powder, swoops in arcs and heart
Forever in motion, you flow over rocks and ramble, while we, the debris, float with you, following you, trusting you to guide us back home
for #ds106 Daily Create
A little silence inside the cup of coffee; in morning, writing