A Heart Floats Sometimes there is no attraction. Sometimes the eyes do not lock. Sometimes there is no mutual smile. No blush, extra heart beat or shock. A heart floats around life, like in a party, With a glass, empty, wanting to be filled. Seeking another heart that holds a bottle of nectar To be shared between beautiful friends. In between those times we live. Often thinking of opportunities missed. Hoping fate will smile upon us, allowing the two hearts to be joined again.
I’ve mentioned before how much I adore autumn. Not only for the cooler temperatures, but I personally believe that the skies are more gorgeous in the fall. I live in Southern Ontario, and I find that the autumn months often have the clearest, most crisp, and deepest blue skies. On top of their clarity, they are often cloudless, so one can see much more of it. Above is a nice shot of the old Federal building in Hamilton against a very pretty blue sky, shot at midday in the downtown… Read more Crisp Fall Skies →