The purplest cotton dress I ever saw walked by Boheme today. I was sitting out front, momentarily still, when it floated past me. It was drenched in a deep nighttime purple, as if I could go up and squeeze it and let the drops permanently stain the sidewalk the color of infinity. I didn’t even notice the person wearing it; was there a person wearing it? I don’t know. It seemed alive all by itself, aware of itself, needing no one to carry it. All I really know is that today, a purple dress drifted by me, catching some frail breath of breeze and clouding my vision in a soft violet veil.
when you write it like that, i want one.
So do I, and I’m not a cross-dresser.
Dave — I see some men around here who look really nice in dresses. 😉
could I have one to? The way you describe it I could almost taste it!!!
Gorgeous writing.
yummy
Oh, I want one too – and I’ll wear my red hat and people will think I’m a member of the red hat club – and I am not a joiner – What to do – purple dress – purple hat! What ideas you give me.
Good luck on controlling your space!