The truest words were best saved for the dark because sunup had a way of making all that magic scatter back to business everyone what do you want for lunch and time to buy milk again and when exactly are you going to fit that in on top of everything else in the litany of needs churning on the cycle of these faces until the suns plunged again to be sewn into the dreams of other days by the sons at the shore, ever open-mouthed for the reaping.
Evocative and sadly true Stacey.
Thanks, Brad : ) Wishing you a great weekend