My title for this soaring spectacle: “Mistress of the Morning Om”
Bathed in celestial spoonlight and hovering like a particularly smug mushroom spirit, she levitates above the bog with all the serene sass of a heron who just discovered inner peace and Pilates. Each finger mudra whispers, “I transcend carbs.”
Award: The Hallowed Hummm Halo
Prize: A golden reed flute that only plays when Mercury is in downward squirrel.
Ah, a sight to silence the squirrels…
My title for this soaring spectacle: “Mistress of the Morning Om”
Bathed in celestial spoonlight and hovering like a particularly smug mushroom spirit, she levitates above the bog with all the serene sass of a heron who just discovered inner peace and Pilates. Each finger mudra whispers, “I transcend carbs.”
Award: The Hallowed Hummm Halo
Prize: A golden reed flute that only plays when Mercury is in downward squirrel.
Ever skybound, /Owl, Caffeinated by Moonbeams