From out in the woods - the glowing canvas, silhouetted bunting, clacking keys, click of mouse, hum of radiator, far-off roar of a passing train...
Inside - chilly toes, wool-clad, curled around the inviting warmth of the heater. Room serene, library books stacked high.
Rocking chair waiting.
Sounds and looks simply loverly, dear...if I leave now, I could be there before 11 o'clock. You may find me on your front porch;)
ReplyDeleteLove you,
~Tasha~
P.S. That was a very random thought, now that I read it. Oh well...
I might mistake you for a prowling cat... though I have already taught ours that the tent is off bounds;)
ReplyDeleteAnd throw a bucket of water on me. That's what they always do in the movies to prowling cats;)
ReplyDeleteLooks like the perfect set-up for a murder.
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