Kiss This Joy
"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.