And the midnight stray dogs that bark
The scent of burning wood
Clay pots and runny rice
On a stove made of fine earth
I’m wearing my favorite cotton dress
And peeking out the open window railings
While the cool breeze touches my face
Unlocking my heart
There’s the lingering scent from grandma’s cooking
And a search for a lover in the dark
Another year, and the birds are still riding the river on a floating sheet of ice. How awesome it must be to be them; enjoying the fresh outdoors while hanging out as a group with fellow flocks-mates.
Just travelling on a mission together, sitting and checking out the cool scenery together, flying about and getting business done together…
Having a purpose in life.
(These birds a year ago: