A Peaceful Day

I march to a different beat today as the wind blows a hawk my way in a space I never see these messengers, by Starbucks, in Fridley.  There is something coming.  I just stay calm and find solace in the beautiful sunshine and heat.  On the cliffs of Dover, I see the troops advancing and the waves pulling back.  Peace is in the moist, sea air, and the fight does not occur at all.  I place a gold coin at the base and cover it with a sand and clay mixture.  Maybe gypsies will head the warning and stay away from my reading today.  They are like the small birds going at the beautiful and majestic birds of prey.  They will be rounded up by the like of Sikhs, and put in a circle to "enjoy" their true torturous telepathy as a unity.  The top of the tree will come with me.  Jullian, of Romania, is true justice against all colony and can make my royalty seem to not be, or make it rise like a tree in The Black Forest.  He is back around me, and has a beautiful new, shorter hair cut.  I am smitten with this kitten, and I love when he just shows up when I enter the door.  I would love to take him on my cruise with me if The Army could spare him.  I believe his eyes would usher in a new place of peace for me with new people holding their tongues about my where abouts, my clothing choices, and my points of culture rearrangement.  I am happy to just have a calm spot to write this evening, and I wish to have a calm day tomorrow.  There are solutions to the quagmires that present themselves on a daily basis.  The rumors have not proven to be true, and my brief data dumps are now the Army intelligence that is being pieced together today.  I will just sit and see if the waves of community can keep and even pace and sweet, smooth sound for all who walk on this Earthly boardwalk.