Syzygy was just another word that summer, lost among moonlit beaches, sunburned shoulders, laughing salt kisses. We caught the stars together, caging them in cupped hands. Traded dreams and wove futures from impossibilities, never believing our worlds could drift apart again.
Maybe you still look up too, sometimes. And remember.
Deborah writes at an old desk surrounded by five hundred pet bugs.
Lovely images. Thank you 😊
Thanks for your kind words, Deborah :)
I love the challenge when a person uses a word whose meaning is not known to me. I live in a retirement community and each of us often brings a new word to the breakfast table.
So glad you enjoyed it, Patricia! I can never resist a new word, either. Best wishes to you and everyone in your retirement community :)
May we all still look up, dream, and remember sometimes too, Deborah.
Well done.
My sentiments exactly, Paul. Thank you so much for your kind words :)