Wearing the skin tight, wrapped around the bones of milk and honey

Supple, smooth, sensual…

or

in anger?

Armor?

In the cold reality… Reality, such an overused word to describe in words the naked facts of life.

It is comforting to wear the garb, the thread woven as a story older than the reality, the womb itself, this never old word called, Life.

Hold your hands high dear reader, for in them grasps a fact, an action; emotions no one can control, not even your own mind…

And twirl!

Dance!

Laugh!

Join in Gods humor

Feel the kiss of the Wind

In this, the outside of your moment of relief will spill to the inside.