Good morning Saturday

A Saturday it is....romantically cloudy...

The bed, a playground, not willingly deserted

and thus, to feast one's eyes through glass doors

at a morn flirting with my senses

beckoning my spirit, to dance with it...

under the heavy clouds.

I think I shall...no garb required for the privacy of my little Eden

be only espyed by birdies and other little creatures

Mother Nature has known to give me the pleasure of interacting with.

Good morning Saturday!

RB.