The day begins its moving inward

into evening.  You can see if happening.  But can you feel it change?  

 

Comfort

 What feeds memory:  running water, flowers and the light which illuminates.  

The eye of a flowers

 glimpses its own imagination.  Imagine that!

If flowers were coral fish

 We all know, coral fish are underwater flowers, don't we?  What else do we all know, especially about the freedom of choice?  

It's that time of year

 When paper and sun meet at the intersection of "happy."  

Adventure galore

 

inside an empty bowl.  Perhaps, even the first paragraph of a novel.  Or a treasure map.  Who  doesn't love an adventure. By the way, what do you think seasonal fruits' perspective is on an empty bowl?  Or a bowl brimming with seasonal abundance?  

Rapt and rapture

We can imagine the offscreen object of fascination. (Hint, has wings.  Has a beak). Meanwhile the bird (Matilda) in plain sight, ignored.  How like humans!