twin clouds


Stretched out on the cool grass, arms pillowed behind my head, I watch the clouds dancing by, imagining those two are us. Our feet moving together in time to our song, waltzing silently over the surface of the water. I can feel your fingertips pressing gently into the small of my back, guiding me in this slow pirouette. Swirling, shifting, the clouds change shape as … Continue reading Pirouette