the taste of moonbeams
the taste of moonbeams
mixed with the sound of sunlight
drinking in the shadows
the taste of moonbeams
mixed with the sound of sunlight
drinking in the shadows
the death of k9
in a vortex of plasma
silence of the dead
basking in the sun
butterfly rests on a rose
a breeze's caress
opening the day
a quiet time to relax
dogs bask in the sun
sitting in the sun
singular taste for ramen
drifting attention
two friends gathering
and chat into the evening
there was gelato
a breath in the dark
settling into a sigh
the theee am blues
familiar faces
and whole body tail wagging
welcome signs of home
to gaze in wonder
the moment that death approaches
within her presence
Tokyo subway ride
compression down in the pit
butt rub with strangers