
Dreamy in the soft hum of summer
We dared each other to plan again
In the hazy way we used to
As if there might still be tomorrows
As easy as yesterdays
I dream of sumac and milkweed (and other wild things)
Images, words, meanderings.
Dreamy in the soft hum of summer
We dared each other to plan again
In the hazy way we used to
As if there might still be tomorrows
As easy as yesterdays
No words needed, really. This is what sunsets on Lake Michigan look like. Well, sometimes, anyway. You never really know what you’re going to get.
Tonight was purple, red, riotous. It always makes me swoon.