I'm swimming through stars.
In a few days we will be on a plane
that will take me to the country
I dream of living in.
Today I have a much needed day off from work
and I am going to stuff it to the brim
with lovely things.
Go and look at the spires in this
city
piercing the sky.
Let the golden trees
rain their confetti of leaves down on me.
The buskers can weave a ribbon
of music around my walking feet as I drop my
coins at theirs.
I say to this day,
consume me.
As I string it's moments,
like beads.
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Pretty misty stars