Everything looks softly edged in the bright moonlight tonight. The shadows have gained a mysterious depth and even the frogs can't contain their happiness at the crispness of the evening air. I could have sat outside for hours just breathing it all in but the chill in the air doesn't lend itself to sitting alone. It whispers in your ear, telling you that this night is meant to be spent huddled under a blanket with someone else, keeping warm, watching the moon continue its climb.
Monday, September 24, 2007
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