Petals Aloft on Sweet Breeze, We Go Airborne and Rejoice the Day

Friends. Thank you for alighting here for a still moment of ebb from the swirl of the day. Rainbows and peppermint paint the sensory fabric of this moment trapped in pixels and language. Flow, dear ones and embrace the sweet, weird wonder of the now, and peace out. The ethers bear hopeful vibrations and the ectoplasm fairly shimmers this day. All omens look promising. There is nothing so wondrous as a Walla Walla spring. Hot August seems far away, as does the fog of January. Charts are all promising a summer unmatched. This shall be the summer of the nightmare's discontent, exploding as it will across the ectosphere in sanguinous glory.