The fog rolls in during the night. On my morning walks with the dog, it's eerily quiet, as if the whole world has been reduced to the parameters of the muddy trails we follow. Walking along in silence, I find I'm one hundred percent positive there's unseen magic all around us--just beyond our sight, lost in the fog. Where are my fellow LARPers when I need them? LIGHTNING BOLT!
Occasionally, we find we are not alone. There's the sound of wind and wings in the distance. Tiny figures ahead scamper away into the fog. (These are usually just my neighbors when they see us coming.)
And yet, there IS magic. I can prove it. Because within an hour or so, we are back to this again...blue skies! Sunshine! My tiny pink, watery eyes can hardly stand it. The world is HUGE again!
We are surrounded by color and light. The magic recedes and disappears. We are left with tractors. And a goose.
Of course, it is easier to spy on your neighbors when they can't hide from you. Hello, neighbor. We meet again.
Look! Spring is almost here...the pussy-willows are out! Have I told you about my obsession with pussy willows? I AM OBSESSED WITH PUSSY WILLOWS. Don't you judge me.
Thanks for all the blog love on my previous post. No, not the one with the drunken baby. I really didn't get enough love for that. I'm talking about the post wherein I drop the bomb on you about my blog ending. (I say 'drop the bomb' when I really mean 'let the last of the stale air out of the shrunken balloon.'
I still haven't decided what will happen after we move. Probably a break during which time I will haunt everyone else's blogs until I'm asked to leave, due to my overwhelming need to "share." Is there a way to post photos in people's comment boxes? I'd like to share some summer time bikini shots...especially as I've worked hard to add some extra rolls this winter. Anyone out there an F.A.?
Coming soon...a post about a long weekend spent in Belgium--which occured a couple of weeks ago. And, an explanation of sorts of how in the name of god I was able to call this tiny chateau home for five years.
All for now, ma petite cheries.
XX E
