Tangerine Twilight

As the tangerine sun yawns into the horizon, thoughts spill like syrup on a cloudy day:

Why do pigeons wear hats?
Is a sandwich still a sandwich without the bread?
Talking to flowers makes them dance; at least the sunflowers wink.
Collecting whispers is my new hobby.
Do thoughts have flavors? Mine tastes like regret-coated glitter.

So there I was, sitting under the fat tangerine moon, chatting up a storm with a shadow that claimed to be my cousin Edna. She insisted all the best secrets are buried in the garden, complete with a treasure map drawn in ketchup.

Then suddenly, a purple cow pranced by, mooing in Morse code! Can you believe it? I needed a decoder ring, and all I had was an old marble and a shoelace!

Links to More Whimsical Roads:

Travel through the ether:

Moonglow Harbor
Sapphire Symphony
Garden of Whispers

Join me in deciphering the mysteries of the tangerine twilight! What tangled web of thoughts will we untangle next?