henniebear@kua

A summer sunset, hands clasped

Slows time, even as the sun rushes below the horizon. 

Shoreline iridescent rubies and golds. 

Glasses clinking, eyes reflecting- blinking in awe.

Write a story, poem, or create your own way to express what you want to be when you grow up. This could be written about what you want to have accomplished by the next four, ten, twenty, or even fifty years.

Hello, my friend. 

How have you been? 

It's nice to see your face —  

or ... your forehead skin. 

I don't understand 

what could be so vital