If rainbows were meant to be eaten

I thought I would die as I inhaled fruit upon vegetable.
It was all just the mind playing with me.
Gluttony is, after all, a deadly sin.
Improbable as it sounds, I'm actually missing old Miss Nut Milk.
I just might revisit her come September.

What do you give a man who has everything?

The first of the all-male line-up.
Gold on neutral you see, forms much of this bower bird's color palette.

A Rose By Any Other Name

"The Seed of Life" in bracelet or anklet form, for a very special girlfriend Linda.
I chose a natural cord, as one would
For an earthy beautiful soul like hers.

Today again, tomorrow.

It's happening more frequent now.
The little bursts of pure joy that hits you when you least expect it.
Peace, love, contentment.
This is exactly where I am supposed to be right now.
Happiness, they say, is a series of moments.
Like this.
Namaste.