about to

No wonder the flower smiles as it protrudes a green tongue to the day.


Sometimes it's necessary to turn the other cheek and be a little more intense.

I like the coloured rain. Yesterday was yellow and today, a little bit of purple.


The ground is covered in snow? It doesn't quite give the effect, you have to be there while the white cotton floats through the air like snow and gathers on the ground. This happens every year from the Cottonwood trees that line the back of the schoolyard. It's funny to watch the wind blow and gather it up like little tumbleweeds, or snowballs.


the thought

like potential waits
inside the implied content
extrapolates mind