"This is the room one afternoon when I knew I could love you
And from above you how I sank into your soul
Into that secret place where no one dared to go."
Hm. Old loves, big smiles, and learning that although sinking into someone's soul may be a little like quicksand, you can always be the King of Carrot Flowers.
Um, kinda ready for the nostalgia of the holidays to shift a bit. At least in time for me to spend less of my present thinking about presences, passed and future-going. Or lack thereof. It is so windy outside, but we have no snow. Otherwise Christmas walked on tiptoes this year, and it was divine.
Bonfire of the Memories
6 days ago