Etched in history. Dances of those gone away. Faded and fortold. KKF Summertime, vacations and work. Days can be long but I still find enjoyable.
It moves, and it flows, and it finds a way. It’s a beautiful process the reclaiming of its body in a way.
I just implode and release like a Phoenix, to be reborn, and I hope a little wiser.
Beauty always observed in many forms. It’s always there, sometimes we just have to look beyond our own tainted perception.
Spectrum’s of humans