My week was fluid.
Like a siesta... key to survival.
Like slipping away.
Like the children splashing too much water out of the tub.
Like walks down memory lane.
Like time flying away.
Like a blue jay.
It was fluid blue.
Like a Sunday Sonata.
Like my first visit to Trader Joe's.
Like Jane Austen, again and again.
Like the clutch of children around me.
Like my daughter's favorite color.
Like soft azure.