time is like a dream
and now for a time you are mine
let's hold fast to the dream
that tastes and sparkles like wine
who know if it's real
or just something we're both dreaming of
what seems like an interlude now
could be the beginning of love
loving you is a world that's strange
so much more than my heart can hold
loving you makes the whole world change
loving you i could not grow old
no, nobody knows when love will end
so till then, sweet friend.
- interlude - timi yuro
for the weekly theme "dreams".
partner and i drove around the distillery district after we dropped off the grandsons. we were searching for a new place to have breakfast during the weekend as the ones we usually go to have changed their menus and chef and the offerings are suddenly not that appealing anymore.
the afternoon sun was reflecting on the cobbled sidewalks and these flowers looked so dreamy they're so beautiful!
