Sunset ski trails smeared across the August afternoon. A dog chases shadows, barking in Apollo's hues. Hidden messages pulse among the pool tiles, glowing beneath Olympus's playful arc.
Lonely saxophones, spinning tales of clowns juggling moons. Coffee beans roasted under secrecy, spilling autumn’s hidden warmth. And there’s that old clock ticking backwards down the boulevard of fleeting laughter.
Starlit embraces mingling with saltwater mist – rerouted nostalgia at its peak! Words dressed in spring grass whisper their alignment with ice-cream dreams. Puppies playing a game of futures on the sidewalk. Treasured turquoises scattered like old desires resurfacing.
They say love letters lie cool beneath the cotton clouds, sipping rainbow puddles like summer's forgotten alchemy. Dance, masks of shadows; simply sold at end-of-night triumphs beside bygone merry-go-rounds.