if she rolls the untimed day like a map...she'll see now for good

jet trails drawn on the blue sky like a drawing of sun beams you did when you were five years old,orange sun drenched sky,night encompassing the day,slowly,skater boys

smells:

wrapping paper,tape,red wine,cookies,coffee,pine incense (yeah right on!)

touch:

my ever so faithful and scruffy dog..soft underhand and constantly cuddling,paper again,tape again,cookie dough,the carpet,the wind from the open window

sounds:

jazz on the radio,skater boys laughing,wind driven leaves,paper folding crunching cutting,birds building empire,slow seductive christmas time,virginia winter warmth

i love all of you

Peace