Monday, March 16, 2015

SOL # 16 March 16th

I stare in to the bright redness of it, floating to the top of the bowl, I drop the sugar cube in and it lands lazily at the bottom bringing a swirl of bright red along with it, combining the two colors in the cup. It reminds me of fire works  dissolving in to the sky. My mouth waters at the taste of the fresh passion fruit and slight tanginess of orange on the back of my tongue.  A drop of sweet red lands on my finger and I  flick it off, and watch it fly right in to the waiting mouth of the dog, the big, fluffy, begging dog.  I sigh, thats where everything seems to end up these days, in the mouth of a dog.  



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