10 years ago

  You sail over the moon like it’s your ocean. You dance over the stars like they’re your stage. You sing to the wildflowers like they’re your friends. You fall on concrete floors like it’s your bed. Cry a single tear every night before the moon expires and collect them in a paper cup that you swallowed 10 years …

The wind blew you to me

Friday’s photo challenge was “treasure.” This was a difficult subject, only because I had several ideas. But I decided to go with a mixture: the sun, the water, and those moments when you feel calm. Being happy is a thing to strive for, but stealing moments when you’re truly calm, when the noise stops, and …