waist-deep
It has been raining here in Nowhere, DE, all day. With a couple of false sunshine breaks, it has been Noah's Ark material for around ten hours. In consequence, the single-lane road in front of the beach house that separates us from the endless marsh is completely flooded. We were supposed to go out for dinner tonight, but that seems to be off so long as we're cut off from the outside world- which is practically an hour's drive away on a good day.
It's still coming down. The gravel driveway just ENDS in what is supposed to be the road but is in fact, at the moment, a muddy river.
The endless misty marsh that the house looks out on reminds me of nothing so much as the Isle of Avalon (faggy moment, comin' right up). It's so mysterious, so wet and dewy and lonely, that you can almost see a knight in chain mail struggling through the thick grasses to raise a horn to his lips, sounding a mournful call for the wounded king...
Now, it is probably going to be easier to get out of our flooded house than it was for Arthur to get his nasty on with Igraine during the siege of Tintagel, but we'll have to see. (And, if you get that reference, fifty points. And possibly an unborn child).
It's still coming down. The gravel driveway just ENDS in what is supposed to be the road but is in fact, at the moment, a muddy river.
The endless misty marsh that the house looks out on reminds me of nothing so much as the Isle of Avalon (faggy moment, comin' right up). It's so mysterious, so wet and dewy and lonely, that you can almost see a knight in chain mail struggling through the thick grasses to raise a horn to his lips, sounding a mournful call for the wounded king...
Now, it is probably going to be easier to get out of our flooded house than it was for Arthur to get his nasty on with Igraine during the siege of Tintagel, but we'll have to see. (And, if you get that reference, fifty points. And possibly an unborn child).