the sky but a few clouds, many buildings below

My dearest who shares my mind and thought composed a beautiful tapestry of mushrooms of creamy white and snow peas in lustering greens sprinkled with light salt and flavored in garlic and olive oil heated in just 2 minutes in the microwave. Sipping white wine while we crunched away the light but healthy dose of the morning meal under the influence of music by Herbie Hancock in his flavorful funky jazz.

The morning easily matured in high noon.

She's asleep now. There is nothing better to rekindle your soul with a little shut eye on a brisk cool Sunday afternoon.
The sky is clear but a few clouds patched here and there. There are many buildings beneath the blue open sky. I can see a father with his son with yellow laundry bags slung across their shoulders marching happily down the block.

The dark clouds that shrouded my vision dissipate slowly. I feel like a fish in stagnant water gasping for air now jumping with joy washed in oxygenated floods from a nearby downpour.

Tomorrow is a new day.