Opening up to the inspiration and beauty of the inspiring architecture, while tossing down a can of peaches, as a dreamlike sense of sacred knowledge I so vividly imagine from the enthusiasm balanced in grace with the observing look of study by the achitect's at the library today.
While the column construction forms jettison up in totem form, my pull-tab opened the fresh fragrant peaches in syrup broke the pollination barriers of the altitude.
A crystal canyon view from the cube, and then departing onto an elevator rising over the pond ...
The can I placed in the recycle container.
The architect ... sure; I'll probably often wonder.
Amaizing how first impressions can have goodness enchanting-like in harmony with beauty in balance, whether in the rusty old collumns or my shruby contentment, in awe to the context now, or the future; certainly, there is hope !
And the Cinderella Story that stands firmly, with both feet on the ground, no one barefoot ...
Something I believe, today, it is perfect weather
Post number 111; 14 posts in draft, of those a number uncounted of duplicates were made published included in count to current total of 111
