Universal time. Written by blossom666 The warm evening sun dances through my hair as the shadows stretch across my legs and the soft scent of a summer bon fire walks me slowly back through history to when the street lights were a universal time. Karen Hayward ©2016 Advertisements Share this:TwitterPinterestFacebookGoogleRedditTumblrPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Related Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email.