What a beautiful, color-based memory!
It reminds me of a color-based dream I had once. In it I was marveling at a bunch of grapes – because they were orange rather than the typical green or red. And in the dream, I wondered whether they tasted like grapes or oranges.

A butterfly landed on her face!
I hate when that happens!!

I look forward to it.

?:-)

“essence“ is a great word

I don’t remember seeing it as a writing prompt here on bluesky, but it should be

Post more, please.

Post more, please.
?:-)

With respect to aging and other people‘s headlights:

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Catarac...

I hate when that happens!

Pulp detective fiction is poetry.

thanks for sharing

Thanks for sharing.

My earliest memory is that of a human skull cut from the back of a cereal box and hung over my bed. It scared the hell out of three year old me.