The wind is heavy with the luscious goodness of unfallen rain…leaves behave like they have no nest…the sun a truant boy bouncing off curtains long…the smell of spiced tea with cinnamon strong…me ensconced in a layer of lyrics hauled up from various cupboards of the mind…serenading the innocence of yesterdays.
you could be happy…
soulleitmotifs 
I love your style. Beautifully articulated.
Thanks Sean…I hope the weekend is turning out well??😄
As I always say, I smell mystery in every sentence. I look forward to your next post, and tangerine filled snaps. 🙂
No mystery anoop😄😄😄just a relaxed day….hope your weekend is good?
Your words filled with mystery… At least that was what I felt…
Weekend is alright, hope it’s the same for you too 🙂
Take care friend!
Thanks anoop…hope the week is filled with much adventure 😄
Looking forward to a tranquil weekend 😀
How beautifully penned!
Awwww…..thank you so much ❤❤❤
Beautiful!
lyrical and lovely!
❤☺❤awwww much love
Your table organization is so beautiful!
❤☺❤awwww much love and many hugs
I love this poetic prose! Beautiful blog!
❤☺❤hugs and love
Your writing is gorgeous!
❤☺❤awwww…thank you
I love the phrasiology of your prose. Beautiful writing.
Hugs and love ❤☺❤
Sometimes…I don’t want to press the ‘like’ star even though I liked it so much just because I fear getting lost in the crowd. Am I wrong to feel so? Keeping aside my feeling, your words are more of a painting that want to be sen even when it has been seen enough.
I agree with you ❤ I sometimes like to read …and just think about what someone is feeling …❤ And you just made me feel happy on a rainy Saturday morning❤ hugs and love always
breathe breathe ok these are my desserts that have replaced dinner today
Awww…you makes me fall in love with my silly musings ❤❤❤❤
as should you, the squirrels from malabar and my cerebrum 🙂 you really write beautifully!
So, did you enjoy the book? Is the mythological sheep found? Curious minds want to know. 🙂
With Murakami one never really knows 😄 and I more than anyone else have already spun my own stories so I no longer remember the print from the imagination ☺️
I may have to read that book, and your stories, too. 🙂