Window sills, the perfect ledge on which to perch and observe the world blowing by,

with my cat on my lap,

and my forehead on the glass.

A mysterious view.

What I dream to be out my window.

Jerry’s curvaceous curvature.

Alien preparation.

Claws without flaws.

A piercing of sorts.

Wars and stars.

The Magic Dragon.

The golden light illuminating the path to the Hole of all Glories.

The curiosity of this cat never ceases to astound, there is no mystery he has not found.

A farewell of flags.

Moses, epitomised in stone forever and ever.

Balcony perspectives.

Lilies on a lillypond.

A saintly sill.

The finger that refuses to fold.

Ducks doing duck things.

Buddys & Cronys, Chums & Pals.

The sun, grown from the ground.

Faces of fate.

The ears know what the eyes can tell.

I do love autumn.

Hope you are all enjoying it.

xx