Gazebo

When I would sit in this gazebo at the South Boston, VA Holiday Inn Express, this is what I saw. I saw it with my own eyes. All I could hear was the call of the Spring Peepers, the scent of the pines floating up and away. A day done, showered and ready to sit back on a back deck gazebo and read the graffiti of artists past. The fresh smell of the surrounding water pit, the golden glow of sunsetted sunshine on my shoulders made me melt into the wooded planks of my favorite gazebo, protected by my favorite planters: Mr. Giraffe & Mr. Donkey. Ready for a spring night of cold weather camping in the hotel room, the AC jacked down to me wanting a weighted blanket (at least 15lbs.) Always, though, always daydreaming of sparkles and sprinkles and my Queen sitting next to me to share the communication of the Peepers and watch the light of day wind down against the smile on her face.