20.March.25

Painting these waves

That mirror

Horizon’s range

Of mounts

And,

As well,

Palette’s

Scrapes

Of grumous hue

Will raise

A thrilled

Breath

Before awe

Falls

Into

Humbled,

Hopeful

Hellos

To goodbyes. ; )

18.March.25

Olivia arched her back in a gesture of both happiness and thanks

As she parted waves with mariners who had kindly freed her spiracle

From the synthetic, not-recycled sin that had stoppled her breathing tanksβ€”

All this via rescue that arrived as both granted wish and miracle. ; )

17.March.25

Oh, everyone believes matchmaking is their wheelhouseβ€”that they know when two hearts are meant to be drawn together, but harmonies, like tides, ebb and goβ€”leaving forever for those who endure through heats and pressures before sharing their design with one who mirrors their glow. ; )