JUST ANOTHER DAY IN PARADISE
It is night time and she rolls along keeping the commerce of our small artsy town tucked in like a tightly wrapped infant. Any night from my bed, I can hear the caravan pushing ever so softly across the lake out to the river and on to ports far away. She has her babies in tow. She moves as if she is a cat brugler. Rather than come off as a criminal she is like a dancing lady. Her delicate movement in the water sounds like fabulous silk taffeta ball gowns gliding across highly polished floors.... Sign in to see full entry.