The First Day.

A borrowed backpack, 
A recurring dream,
A hopeful vision,
And, many a welcome smile.

The sky clouded his lazy brunch but, he didn't mind. Not this time. While, dark heavy weather was usually the precursor to a morose outlook, this time the surroundings allowed him to muse and dwell into the possibility and emotions of all that is. 

A distant voice jingled,
A bird cawed,
A gaggle of children's laughter seeped through,
And, smile at the ensuing solitude, he did.

A book whose back was barely cracked lay next to him. Given by a friend as a good travel read. He smelled briefly of Orange essence, thanks to a slightly leaky wrapping of a gift for another friend as he waited patiently for the hand that would join in the adventure ahead. 

Hello, holidays. 

You've been a long time coming. But I'm not going to rush into you. I'm going to linger here and dawdle and re-discover what it feels like to let time drip down my body as extravagantly as possible.

December Sky VI

I haven't been here in ages. It almost feels new.

An ode to the ever beautiful December Sky. May it be glorious each year than before!

And then came December sky..
With everything that was and why
From the dark to the rising Sun,
Every step was remembered and then forgotten.

And then came December sky..
With it, dreams of a time never gone by
Beyond the colour of these seas I can see
A happy girl, always dancing with glee.

And then came December sky..
The journey is long, but short is the cry
From lit rainbows to dancing rivers
Hope is what answers them prayers.