color the roses in ink

honey

work in progress

Everything's going so fast.

The distant water shimmers
I raised my hands as if in prayer
Leaning back in the night, I looked up quietly
And saw a small firefly fluttering in the sky
-- はなび, AAA

gray rain

I woke up to what sounded like the heavens falling down on earth. It was raining so hard ... this kind of gray and forlorn morning called for laying in bed on floral bed sheets, a mug of hot tea steaming nearby, and piano music playing softly.