Touching the sky of fur blossom and plum.

Swirling alongside the way, a magical hat in hand. The incense of the painter of the white blossoms. Is this your window? Into your safe places. One seems to invite the uninvited. Oh how it’s the little things that move the wrench. Bending to the forces an Octagon. Blue Jays flipping Oreos. One doesn’t cross where robot pandas aren’t welcome or do they?