Archive for February 2019

06.February.18

Harbour has been met; ready to board next steps.

Opera House homes stages for sonic idols, edicules, perhaps, for the musically faithful.

Temperatures drop at dawn. Will temerity lead some to dip into beach’s brother?

Hand-wringing mates help not their cause when foodies are booked; hopeful hands try places not yet looked.

Ratiocination brings crew to gallery on time, but eyes’ emotions lightt for the walk of arts.

Thank you, Sydney Sunday, for a resplendent rendezvous with you; let us do it again soon. ; )

03.February.19

Hygge is here with hens and hes–not in trees, but, still, where the roost does please.

Senescence has not yet turned chicks to rents; spirits still see, through greys, luminescence.

Bird calls for gals? Bird tweets for worms? Bird chirps for spring? What if realia is birds just like to sing?

No situation could compel crew to leave comfort of their beach. Wait–third bird eyes a lonely switchel out of reach. ; )

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