Saturday Oct 21st, 2017

Poolside. Water oscillating. Light dispersed through leaves, scattering like bouquets of feathers. "Honeyed" is the first word that comes to mind though other things are honeyed too; dawn, song, haiku. And Luka. Whose melodies long ago graduated beyond joy or sadness - they are where these both mingle. Mingle happily. Mingle fortunately.