Expoundingspark - Elsewhere

By @theofficialsadghostclub

Summery She is cotton candy and postcards, an ode to summer just before the solstice. Her timing is not great but the world turns with or without plans of silly storytellers. There is no worry when you’re laughing. Look how the fern curls, she thinks, all green and cool and soft. A little rain and she is soft too, with thoughts of ancient songs built around stones placed by whim or aliens or giants. Somehow time has woven sunbeams into sugar, hot and sparse like deserts making way for daydreams of castles and roses.

One Big Rush-Joe Satriani