spilling comet and the sky tapestry,

Happy greetings!

I've spent the morning watching cloud tails, and counting my breaths.   July continues to bring Rain Clusters, and I'm wishing for budding moss hills.  I want the birds to beckon the weather, and bring us sanguine cheeks. I want to rest my winking eyes, and nap while grass tickles my feet. Until the sun hears the birds song, and boots the heavy weather, I'll be indoors, casting a tune.

As the rain soaks the old sod,  and dark patterns form on once empty skies, we are kept from star gazing.  All I desire are vacant skies bedazzled by star bunches.  I don't want to watch moving pictures on the television. I don't want to hear blisters of rain dropping....

 The stars hang on golden strings, the moons milk is spilling,  the crickets are humming.  This is my dream.  I want the flora of night to dance on the hills. I yearn to feel the weight of the twilight breeze.  I vision casting fishing lines to buckle the moon.  I dream of stars taking shape like harvests across the naked sky.

In honor of my dreams about star-gazing,  I wore my galaxy pants.
They remind me of the spiraling star system,  As each velvet thread is lined with winding blacks and blues. They are cozier than fire place folks.   Of course, they are from Value Village, but secretly,   by pipe dreams, they arrived from the night sky. 

I would rather be a meteor. Every atom of me in a magnificent glow. Than a sleepy and permanent planet.- Jack London

The toe of the star gazer is often stubbed.

"There's a whisper on the night-winds, there's a star agleam to guide us,
and the wild is calling, calling... let us go"



Sweet kisses !!
Love to all. 

what i wore

galaxy pants- value village $4
blouse- value village $3
wedges- ALDO $40
bangles- assorted

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