In love.

Tummy flipping woozles, doozy, dippy as a giddy kid tripping over light beams, clouds; they’re all silvered today. Sky floating, I am with sunny fingers reaching in and strumming strings of heart-shaped harp in doof doof time: fly higher, skim blue air in a swoop – I’m brimming, bubbling, overflowing. Whizzbang super day it is! … Continue reading