The garden bells with violet orchids

I've been given excuse shoes/boots/RMJ for three days. It's good, if it would actually work. Because tomorrow I'll have to go for the parade after all. Some great core value called care there eh? I saw my friend come and go with a chilling celerity, one that signified great direction and reflected an intransigent backdrop, albeit the brief gladness that came and went.

The hot sun awaits tomorrow, if the clouds don't cast their gratifying shadow over.