Swifts at Dusk… and Rememberings

And on BLUE they fly! Dancing at dusk, in glorious moonlit, yet daylight. Sky waltzers, swirling… mesmerizing… enchanting.    As the crescent moon, sat in the cosmos, lit by the sun itself… quietly contemplating, and gladly smiling. I always see the moon as a happy being…    Some time to breathe, for me last night, after a day, that was