"He leaped the fence and saw all nature was a garden."

[ashlyme]

There’s an intensely golden half-moon tilted over the city tonight.

I am very tired -  woke up at pointless o’clock and then had a bad panic attack later in the morning. Fortunately fade_2_black was on hand for a liquid lunch. By the time she arrived at The Wellington, a pint of “Postman’s Knock” (dark ruby ale, smells like coffee) and  a few pages of Uglow had

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[asakiyume]

A trompe l'oeil bookcase seems like a particularly cruel sort of joke.

a pint of “Postman’s Knock” (dark ruby ale, smells like coffee) and a few pages of Uglow had mellowed me.

--I love both the name and your description of that brew.

an intensely golden half-moon tilted over the city tonight.

--but not here at all! Only stars! But such stars. They absolutely startled me when I got out of the car, coming home just now. Loud in their multitudes.

[ashlyme]

What was worse was that there was also a high strip of wallpaper depicting a bookcase... aargh.

It was a good pint. I always seem to end up going for dark beers. Fade is not a coffee drinker and she prefers a golden ale, so she wrinkles her nose every time I come back from the bar.

*Loud in their multitudes.*

Damn, you have a gift for a good turn of phrase!

[asakiyume]

you have a gift for a good turn of phrase!

Thanks--I was going to write about them on LJ just now, but then I realized I had to write about trains instead, but the stars were lingering in my head, and then you were talking about the golden moon, and so one thing and another....

[sovay]

but the stars were lingering in my head

That sounds like a line from Yeats.

[sovay]

I quite liked the ivy-draped antique typewriter, which reminded me of the cover to Shriek: An Afterword, and the paintings of faces in trees.

You should write something with an ivy-draped antique typewriter.