Once upon a time; May 1 to be exact; a little ship set out to sail. Reds, blues, yellows and a bit of orange billowed in the winds.
The next day the winds drew in a chill to the little ship. She shivered.
But a pair of mittens shield the worst of the icy waves.
Dreams later on erupted into a whimsical sight of dancing dragons.
Those dreams took off to a place of heat. There in the sand lay possible answers to all. Cacti and clay pots how could that be?
And then there was a wonderful wake up from the dreams of dancing dragons and clay pots. The smell of fresh brewed coffee drifted from the galley of the little ship.
The little ship all warm and toasty continues her sail, heading into another day.