Changing of colors, moods, caliginous nights
Coltrane following with Jazz selections while Miles traces alongside
Letting the sun kiss her face as though she was feeling the embrace from a past paramour
A passerby may watch as her curled tresses and threads whistle in the fall breeze.
It is only a season now when autumn may miss a moment to breathe.
She is skipping a routine all to familiar... seeming as though she has taken a iniquitous turn..but really it is the BEAU ideal that brings it all to a delectable fate.
She pictures Annie (somewhat like herself) discovering a city so comely you can't help but get lost into a lewd affair.......
