I drift where time forgets me
clouds turn into wandering ships
and the world whispers softly
while I gather moments of maybe
The Creative Chic
I drift where time forgets me
clouds turn into wandering ships
and the world whispers softly
while I gather moments of maybe
The Creative Chic 
Now, there’s an image. I’d charter a trip to somewhere like that.
I say lets go!
Packed and ready. Where is our port of departure? 😊
Our port of departure is wherever we can breathe without expectation, when the world isn’t asking anything from us! That place sound familiar to you?
I know just the place! Meet ya there 💙
See you there 💙