Hello Wednesday

Pieces of light

were caught on my drive home tonight

after a day and

( last night, oh last night)

coming as close to perfect

as any day and night could.

Each moment of it,

a place I'd never been.

My heart is not down on any map, you see;

it never has and it never will be.

True places never are.

I took this day,

oh yes I took it,

and made it my morning tide painting.

Sometimes we have to look down,

to see the flowers,

scattered around our feet.




Reading
Birdsong by Sebastian Faulks

Drinking
coffee

Listening to
*Nobody but you * on repeat
as someone gave it to me as my song of the month
* Shucks*

Mood
Ecstatic