It’s late as I write
I should be in bed
tomorrow I fly again
this time, north
where the dust is red
and pink frangipani bloom
outside the door
I won’t be alone
you’ll be with me
watching the silent heron
as it catwalks through mudflats
and as always, waterside
waiting
for sunrise and sunset
then, I’ll be home soon,
too soon,
with stars for eyes
waiting
for the ascent, again.
a dawn bird
A Shared Space 
Sounds beautiful!
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It was 🙂
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I love the smell of frangipani.
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It’s wonderful wafting on a warm night. Funnily enough I dislike the perfume in lotions etc.
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Too concentrated. It is not the same as just wandering past. I’m not sure I could sit under one of those trees for any length of time.
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the complexity of simplicity and vice versa, how the beauty of nature is so inspiring and uplifting.
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I agree, nothing like it and when shared with another, even better 🙂
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So true 🙂
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