Austin isn’t Denver.

We start a new day.

The dew smells like a dog.

Breakfast begins & we turn to each other saying,

“I’m a turtle, too!”

Speaking of landlocked states…

& That’s all, though the words long as

days of hot, fire, burning summer.

alongside a masked disguise of ~bummer, dude~

We sit in the break of clouds with butterflies

& Sunflowers.

Good days ahead.