Hearing your voice, maybe it was just the vibrations from your chest,
I felt the wind gently blowing my hair, a long skirt stirred by the breeze.
Hot and dry and lovely it whispered to me.
A life not lived, the dream of simplicity.
Wow, it’s been quite some time since I’ve participated in an Illustration Friday topic. I did most of this today and then saw the topic and figured I could make it work…I just had to transform the sunny dance into the rainy dance.