Crayons Can Melt on Me for All I Care

So what if I'm a little weird or act a little crazy sometimes; I like to have fun without being concerned about the opinions of the peanut gallery.

Season well with friends having similar mindsets, serve warm on a summer evening, and enjoy life.

Concerning the Events of a Certain Ninth Night of June

Maybe I'll find someone while wandering. Maybe I'll see a blue moon.

I've seen the moon glow orange; is a different hue so difficult to imagine?

Concerning an Event of the Eighth Day of January

Out in a field, heartwarming cold winter, new dressing on old ground, a brief exultation in the glories of living. How better could I show my appreciation of breath than expelling it in such an exclamation?