Free Range
Solstice
The songbirds ushered in the Solstice, singing spun light from the northeastern horizon, pouring it into my neighbourhood, spilling a beam on the bench in my front yard.
Imagination, set loose
The songbirds ushered in the Solstice, singing spun light from the northeastern horizon, pouring it into my neighbourhood, spilling a beam on the bench in my front yard.