November is a longing month. Tonight is a night I can feel them unfurl, the cold seeping just a little into my fragile bones. Move them, warm them. Wind picks out individual pinions, stars sing calling songs. Get higher, get higher.

Legs a little sore from walking too much, but I can still run, pavement underneath my feet, grass, pine needles ( ( Read more... )

Scribs and drabbles of dialogue that fell into my brain this weekend, mostly on my walk through Phoenixville yesterday morning, as that was my only alone time pretty much. (I am not complaining. This weekend was fantastic ( Read more... )

The kind of mood where my back hurts and I'm scared that I won't remember not to jump off bridges.

Good thing I'm in my house and not on a bridge.

...I want to touch the stars. My fingers itch for it. I think I'll go outside.