It's so cold here, but the sky is totally clear and the waxing moon illuminates everything. That is the one thing I really love about winter. The clarity, the penetrating moonlight that brightens what's in plain sight and deepens the shadows ( Read more... )

I was walking Einstein last night and the moon was right overhead as we went our usual route past City Hall and down to the Monday Club, which was lit and full of figures twirling in a waltz. I could hear violins as we got closer and once we crossed the street, Einstein stopped to sniff for a bit. I turned back to watch the arms and torsos glide ( Read more... )

He turned back laughing, looking almost scandalized. I laughed at the joke and his expression. 'Goodnight.' Laptop under his arm, he walked out and shut the door to the living room behind him... I sat for a few minutes smiling at what had passed that night... Kirsty's hen-pecking and Kurt's quick fearful compliance. Cookies from a chocolate ( Read more... )

Apparently, being a dreamer is a genetic trait. heh;) Or so any Irish play would have me believe. Next time, I really should go and spend some proper time with my cousins and really see if there's any truth to that ( Read more... )