a day built for basking. i am clean skin shining. skipping through streets despite the illusion of an evenly paced midday stroll. 
everything in it's right place as i neatly count my blessings. tie each one with a ribbon. kiss it soft and slow and sweet. 
my thoughts flow like honey; languid, amber, rich. i lick the edges, sup it slowly, drizzle it between finger and tongue. 
action flows from intention. the stream is bright and clear.
 
 

 
 
