Home. Contained, I breathe here within the spaciousness of this borrowed moment; made room enough for two or ten thousand, plus. Contemplating, my words and wares for the day; sentiments begin to rise and speak. Wise, wild-in-wonder; Rhythmic and riddled, Pooling prose with purest intention. I pause here ... Encased in timeless reflection; Enamored by the fleeting morning sky. I sense the trolly of time, cued only by the cornered groove of a Winter’s clock; the symphonic sounds of Christmas’ gone by escaping from it’s worn dials. History sounds. Sentimentality strikes me early this Season. Familiar scent-streams grasp and take hold, wafting and folding the warmest thoughts of childhood play beneath the Christmas Tree. Flinting memories of love and light kiss my crowded mind, and seeping from my Christmas-soul to yours, I breathe out and think: If I fail to say while the day wears short—or long, depending on your emotional lens—know it to be MOST true that I wish for YOU ... a BEAUTIFUL first Tuesday in our NEW December hue. #beatthetuesdayblues #moonleafmood #decemberlove 🍃☀️🍃 http://youtu.be/hXEBQpIhmgc https://www.instagram.com/p/Bq-VsGvg3CL/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=5vaq4agy3ief