Culm around the finger, with petals on display, recipient cwtchs to fawn over dear for whom love is warmest ray.
Tergiversate not about gestures seen as gormless or suave; all that matters are love’s pitter-pats, candy-apple or mauve. ; )
28.February.19
Train scrithed. Now, stopped.
Snow blusters: billions of flakes.
Wool beanie warms better than dull kepi.
Exit hath no petrichor. Instead, crunches on frozen floor. ; )
27.February.19
Imaginarians in paradise need not imagine anymore unless they dream of the less ideal or wish for ventures through another door.
Brushing fingers are slightest waves that set mind’s peace adrift; thoughts empty of honks and cries and those who hurt and grift.
Not quite an aplustre is red thong of derrière, but equally drawn to follow it with awe leads some to places novel and rare.
Divertissement to the north seems like a sunny place to head. Laters are for other cardinals and the wonders they present instead. ; )
26.February.19
Here shops an avuncular friend, a do-it-himself mate, who values fixing without waiting, creating his world’s fate.
Hardware on shelves at the end of aisle three: this may be where two like-minded souls meet out of homophily.
“Will this bit fix your thermantidote?” “I’m not sure–that piece is a rare find.” “I know! Let’s ask Amber. She’s in charge of stock and very wise and very kind.”
A discounted new fan since the right doodad was no longer made? They never cozen you here, a best reason to visit when you need trustworthy aid. ; )
25.February.19
We have known each other for a septennate, fuzzy puppy, and I want you to know that even though you are over the hill, I am not over you taking up prime real estate on the bed from dawn to evenfall. You will never be verboten from choosing spots where my legs wish to rest precisely because you are the impetus to my daily joy and I appreciate your warmth, both literally and figuratively, even if it requires a toss here and a turn there. ; )
