Me and my girl talking trains over breakfast with daddy three or four years ago.
Here’s one from the archives on this fine Thursday afternoon…
“It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.” -Edgar Allan Poe
And often you stop to admire the songbirds…
The dream you share with me sounds like a poem, “play school, roller coaster, lollipop.”
I love you Little Flower,