Bounding baby on the way, bouncy balloons to celebrate the day.
Wandering off into the sky, tress so tall, clouds so high.
In the wee hours of the morning, I set out to see the beauty of the moon once again. After the eclipse, when all is calm, it’s the other side of the moon.
Love her as she walks in the light of the moon.
Lower the lights to dance all night.
Phone booth on the Queen Mary, Circa 1930’s.