November 29, 2013

In two days I rewrote The One with the Beautiful Necklaces top to bottom. I was happy for those two days.

Quiet day after Thanksgiving. Reading The Hobbit in the café like a regular person.

Maud balanced on the arm of the chair, in the hollow of my arm. She must feel every letter I type.

Diaphanous moths dancing in the light over disintegrating snow.

Whatever prize there is for loving those who mistreat you, for loving him who mistreats you, I expect to have at the end of days.