Seated sideways, Montecito on the mind, no true longing remains. But the concept of legacy, ancient proverbs, catch the frame. Do it for goodness, not greatness, pure honor, maintained.

Below, you tumble, so gently, I fall. Salt water, warm wetsuit, healthy breakfast, start today. Pop! With confidence, tasty waves, I’m fine.

Broken once, by distance, our mosaic aged with Grace. Platinum over gold.

I’d do everything. A confident gait, arches overhead. Walk-through, Nashville hot chicken. vows to be read, everything, I’d do.

before My Christmas, to wed I will be hers. trains depart, Uncle Sam’s orders. new brides bid farewell. Not today, nay. Cinderella steps from her carriage. to me she walks. young and beautiful. that glance melts me now. lucky me. twelve days

Pierce. Rays rip through space, blazing heat fires insights. Oh, another day.

An unsteady white, healthy overdose of gray. Tumultuous air.

Yes sir. no ma’am, it’s love that matters most. Not hurt feelings or uncomfortable truth. Let it be known. Fierce love, full throttle. Truth be told.