Thoughts flutter throughout the day. Few stay, few flit, few need to be celebrated. Thoughts are man’s gift, valuable enough to cherish for infinity. In a hope to immortalize those thoughts, I etch words onto this blog wishing all the way to carry them further into the world.
returning home, I drive with the petrichor in the air, already I smell her jasmine studded hair. I hear the soft tinkle of the anklets, as she hurries to find me at the gate, a smile of relief greets me, I laugh- what danger is there?