Later in the evening, cooling, mist settles over my porch. I await the crescent moon. Even on a summers day hot, Bergamot scented tea swirls about....as I ponder ancient times.
Later in the evening, cooling, mist settles over my porch. I await the crescent moon. Even on a summers day hot, Bergamot scented tea swirls about....as I ponder ancient times.