Sometimes it seems like there is a window straight into heaven.


Quote of the day: “It was November–the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines.”  —  L.M. Montgomery

Daily gratitudes:
Unusual emptiness and silence downtown this morning
The calls of strange birds flying south
The beautiful moon this past week
The apparently-reproducing mass of pillows in my bed