Once upon an imaginary April, the cat learned to dance beneath the translucent sunbeams.
What flavor is nostalgia when tasted with ginger and mint on a silken Wednesday?
In the back of a bus that ran on dreams, someone whistled a tune only trees could hear.
The clock approached noon, but shadows played tag as the hour never truly caught up.
During the morning parades, elephants masquerading as clouds amazed the laughing crowd.