Step Right Up to the Tea Party!

"Curious musings on saffron clouds and azure dreams!";

Remember that time... when we danced beneath a choir of umbrellas,
echoing with gales of spirited laughter sliced
through tepid conversations of tomato soup exposed so richly within the trees?

"Beneath a blind moon lies our paradox of pastries... cake crumbles like old history!"

Was it toasted to the spirits of time circulations,
swirling shapes in whispers of glass, intent insolences rising,
as the Cheshire Cat grinned dispersing wisdom in vivid plaid?