Back in the Saddle
Oi, gosh. Busy cat.
Between my wonderful girlfriend, Champions launching, taking a trip to Oregon, and the furor already building around Dickens in my head, things have been crazy lately. TIme is sort of at a premium. But you know, I'd not have it any other way. I just wish I had another eight hours in every day to fill like this.
To all of you I haven't seen much of lately, I want to. I'm gonna get hold of some of you and pin you down over a meal or something; I swear, I'm capable of making time.
Soeaking of making time, drabbles. It's not too late, anyone who missed it the first time. Go ahead, pick your poison.
And for now, for limedrops, #67, Snow.
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On the balcony, beneath eaves heavy with snow, Aiko stood to watch her daughter train, and felt at peace. Something had changed, and she knew not when.
This winter was no easier than others had been. The harvest had been difficult, and now the snow mantled the fields and hills in thick white silk. There was always more work, and many setbacks.
But then, she had her scrolls, filed neatly in the library. Yojuu was beside her, stolid and capable. Her daughter grew, and practiced kenjutsu in the courtyard.
Aiko tugged her kimono closer, watched the snow fall, and smiled.
Between my wonderful girlfriend, Champions launching, taking a trip to Oregon, and the furor already building around Dickens in my head, things have been crazy lately. TIme is sort of at a premium. But you know, I'd not have it any other way. I just wish I had another eight hours in every day to fill like this.
To all of you I haven't seen much of lately, I want to. I'm gonna get hold of some of you and pin you down over a meal or something; I swear, I'm capable of making time.
Soeaking of making time, drabbles. It's not too late, anyone who missed it the first time. Go ahead, pick your poison.
And for now, for limedrops, #67, Snow.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
On the balcony, beneath eaves heavy with snow, Aiko stood to watch her daughter train, and felt at peace. Something had changed, and she knew not when.
This winter was no easier than others had been. The harvest had been difficult, and now the snow mantled the fields and hills in thick white silk. There was always more work, and many setbacks.
But then, she had her scrolls, filed neatly in the library. Yojuu was beside her, stolid and capable. Her daughter grew, and practiced kenjutsu in the courtyard.
Aiko tugged her kimono closer, watched the snow fall, and smiled.