To sleep, perchance to dream -- of birds, and flight, soaring high and weightless, on the invisible zephyrs of Brazilian butterflies and African swallows, heaving hurricanes into existence. The Promethian gift. Bird's eye. But not an eagle eye. No. Definitely not an eagle.
Another shot from my walk around Lake Eola in downtown Orlando.
The good stuff:
cupcakes
flight dreams
long walks
anniversaries
parenthood
blues
yard gnomes
Sopchoppy earthworms
bats barreling out of a chimney
libraries
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