be the joy, kid (5)

Sounds of being naked, and sounds of glass jars – holes punched in the covers – and hornets and big-eyed kids and rotting pears. A whole other pear salad, and who knows, letters and cards fly gently through the mails.

Letterbox of love.

Perhaps the word for the week is this – Generosity.

Where the creek don’t rise….and there ain’t no meltdown.