Our Lady of Perpetual Astonishment

Orange rind balanced on the edge of a coupe. I admire them both, as one and as two. Listening to the sizzle of snow falling on fire. Just cuz you’re changing don’t make you a liar. History adds up and ours is sweet fodder. But for this or that we might not have bothered. What good is potential if there ain’t an intent. Love’s never enough, let’s cash in on time spent.