Bright western sunsets,

Face an empty patio.

It does not take long,

For our laughter to shatter

The night sky into starlight.

See the 

World below,

Drift away 

Without effort,

Take flight 

Into blue,

Skies gilded 

Silver and white,

Backlit by a 

Golden sun.

Candles all aglow,

Laughter and good company,

Warm Taco Thursdays, 

These simple things make moments,

That bring me that hygge feel.

I would like to make,

A suggestion to the world,

In the routine rush,

Slow down your everyday roll,

Take time to smell the roses.

The pen has dried up.
No more ink flows to the page.
Does this mean the end?
Will it not get up and dance?
No, I just need ink refills.