Nature is my balm.
I miss you.
Does your mind, heart, and soul move in concert to make your world dance on its axis? Or does your mind take over? Grasping to lead you towards an assumed position? Distracting you with each dip, lunge, sashe, twirl, kick, ball, and step? Tilting your axis only to wobble your
This is doodle of Harold. He was a marionette. I built him with the ever expanding imagination of a five year old.
Her eye percolates and pops.
It may only be your imagination.
Gaze into my eye.