July does not freeze the pain of passing beauty
Nor the hopeful future of greening youth
They both reach a new destiny.
For those whose breath completes the height of a summer
There is esprit.
Blessed with no desires
There is no pain.
Complete waterlessness awaits.
There is no pain
Complete waterlessness awaits.
And we will float and float and float.
la floralie 
Beautiful imagery in your words and photos.
Thank you so very much! All pictures taken in the same few hours. Sometimes one never sees the pattern in things until later.