Still.

I stood there.

Soft moonbeams intertwining with the glow of the street lights to caress my ivory ball gown. I stood there, under the dim twinkle of the stars and breathed in the cool night air. I stood there with the wind whispering through my curls. I'd always promised the Wind curly hair if it came out to play.

It's not everyday you get to wear a gown, be a princess and stop time for a minute. So I breathed in, breathed out, and stood there.

Goodbye, May.
Hello, June.

Freefall.

Free fallin'
gonna leave this world for a while.

If.

If I had a daughter born in June,

I'd call her my little June-bug.

If she was born in May,

she'd be my May-flower.

If I could choose my own birthday, it'd be in May. No offense to November, of course. I love May because it makes me think of sunshine and flowers and hope.

And April?
Well, I don't know if I'd call her April showers.

Here's to hopes, desires
and daydreamers.