A log of the magnificent journey across the vast sea of my imagination. |
A log of our magnificent journey. |
Clear September morning, hot air balloon rises with the sun-- free to roam. |
We start our birthday bash with boisterous salute and celebrate by raising cup. Rooty toot toot! |
We'll wash our dreams in the river of life and hang them out to dry on the horns of a crescent moon. |
The magic elixir of enchanting poetry will transfix her with visions of Valkyrie. Valkyrie: https://www.britannica.com/topic/Valkyrie-Norse-mythology |
The last vestige of daylight slips beneath the blanket of eventide, clearing stage for stars' display. |
A blast of dust sends chickens and goats flying across the plains as the Washoe Zephyr comes to call. More about the Washoe Zephyr: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bhIVzQhtvc4 |
The sylvan pixie hopped upon a toadstool and challenged all comers to join our battle of wits. |
The smell of coffee, orange marmalade sunrise, meadowlark's song imbue my heart with happiness. |
First kiss beneath the willow tree, last kiss on the hospital bed still ripple through my memory. |