Chasing street lights like bread crumbs, looking for an adventure at your door step.
At last the fragrant blooms have come,
And the year’s first scent of new-cut grass,
A yellow butterfly goes in and out parked cars,
Remaining puddles laced with sun.
The apparition of flowers on the graves,
I no longer feel the need to leave,
Almost forgotten now, the dreary streets
That yesterday I wished were gone.
Downtown Saratoga #architecture #love #galleries #tea
Throwback to sunshine and smiles
Fleurs de printemps😊🌸🌷🌼