| Friday, September 16, 2011
fairies skip along the sheltered walkways,
Smiling happily at the rain that pours down as the cool wind swirls around they run along.
Castles of clouds, violet lilac lavender purple, dashes of blue,
Almost a law to laugh, for how could you not be happy in such a place?
Notes of rhythm and dance twirling among the fluffy softness,
Pixies and fairies in their daintiness, cakes and mugs of cosy warmth,
Snug in the protection of friendship and family,
Safe from the lightning and thunder, which now delights instead of scaring, how could anyone be scared of something that brings more rain?
Rainy days, such a beautiful sight.
This village, of clouds.
the purple piggy oinked 6:41 PM
