F is for... flopped out on a lazy Sunday afternoon with full tummies.
F is for... flare of the morning sun while we fed some hungry ducks.
F is for... four puffs for four candles.
F is for... flowers. To me these turbines look like sculptural flowers towering over the landscape.
F is for... fingers tightly gripping a sharp needle and finding her rhythm.
F is for... foot power. He didn't even stop for the traffic lights.
F is for... flip and an occasional flop when it missed the trying pan.
F is for February and where did you go?
F is for far horizons hopefully getting closer.