Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Saturday, April 19, 2025

Dance

 Some people cross your path like a Monarch Butterfly heading on migration and maybe or maybe not to return . Some people are special to cross your path and stay for the full journey and for that rare individual I am blessed. As I listen to the music sent to me years ago I think wow how fortunate I am.  On those days when I am a wee bit melancholy listening to these songs is when I get a message that lifts me up. Sometimes the people furthest away can be the closest in heart. For that reason alone I am ever grateful. 

I think it is a dance in the kitchen moment ... holding you close as we dance. 

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