Inspired by the Photo Challenge #401 at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie
I used to go to the beach,
I flew kites there in the morning
and my dog would sit on top of the picnic table and look from he sky to my face
with his head cocked to the side
and when I let go of my kite and the wind took it to Sea
my dog would wag his tail and bark his goodbyes for the both of us.
That was the world where I used to live,
sometimes the sun was really bright and the sky was very blue and sometimes it rained
day after day.
I don’t live there anymore.