"He who binds to himself a joy
Doth the winged life destroy
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in Eternity's sun rise"
William Blake
Simple, late Summer Fun
Flys Higher, Feels So Good,
Red Sails In Our Sunset
Let Go and Let Live.
Fresh balmy storms, a freedom,
joy lands, random, as molten drops of
lightening sting shared briny liquid smiles
both before, and after, Our Next Rise.