Traveling feet, pain replete, veins lulled by Advils, Aleves often turn
‘Statues’ as in games of childhood. Sights and sounds percolate spirit and exhilarations river in rivulets, never puddling as heart is a tender beast and I come full circle as inner essence slowly wafts in known fragrances of having been there sometime, somewhere in eternity. Happiness comes in tiny packages that i can scoop in my tiny palms contentedly. Have no idea what got written but felt very happy seeing the mighty sun puddle on waves early morning.
( picture taken in Halifax June 21, 2015)