Dancing the tide > encounters

pic in the mail

inner universe pic in the mail

No , I am not there, in that swirl…

am here in my suburb and red/blue bartik printed pajama / Tea and staggered monsoon.

Its quiet for a Thursday , the construction workers are having a day off I guess, like us. Thursday is  a good Moment to exhale. Slowly.

Step back from the Rush.

Kick Sandal,  JUST BE… before you go out the door again in twenty six minutes.

AND IF YOU DARE, DANCE THE TIDE..

here….

the visible and the invisible  gambol, slap,  swell,

kiss,  race each other , overwhelm or ride.

Inner Universe.

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