Mirrored flowers of the morning sun. Crossing hairs in gardens plain peacefully prepared to bask a while until summoned for the counsel. Lumbering the tree toed pathway all senses alert to the pollens and murky watered fountains. Lillies and valleys fair, wandering mind met to dismiss the thousand pounds of memories. Gone all guilt and practiced rhetoric as emotion got the better in delivery of tales, tears and talisman.

Walking backwards on frontage beach trying to remember summer’s last. But winters long howling mourns had dulled my senses enough to find them pleasantly lifted in the Spring’s awake from slumber. Cows and collies, bridges and billowing sails caught the freshened breeze to remind us of stories once told in wonder. The sky waited obediently for the brush to lay upon it, melding imagination with morning in a water color to rival heaven’s pastel.

A brief blink of eye, not a wink but some internal, private code set to action a secret parlay or prison break. Embarked to cozy inn for a satisfying meal, conversation on antiquing and a short-winded jaunt to miss incoming showers. What comforts do the shoulders rest.? When sitting proper by the falls and bells as tourists tip their hats in respect. There are no plans greater than the wishes of man to escape into the unknown season.

There are no requirements only expectations met or sometimes tabled. To the mounts and swiftly ride to find the folly we had so hoped would come upon us. Into the daze of mysteries met we left behind the thoughts and hopes of wars won tomorrow. For today alone stood to be victor. In its promise we fell toward the bastions of impermanence. For the horizon is always further than the feet which found it. Yet, whole lives may be answered in the moment when this day becomes the one of dreams.