the only cloud tho, seem bound to the tides, always. but one day, that some beautiful 'one' day, being shall fall into these swollen tides and be unutterly complete, without thought or nonsensical sad. shall be full then.
but as it is, yes, today has been a very good day, filled with the blessed content of 'moving on' and shifting into that new plain where freshness and tomorrow truly means that, and nothing but.
dearest journal, take care until our next conversant 'tryst' of yearning and otherness.
a myriad of rosebuds,
tinkering about a slight of breeze xX