“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

10.03.2014

the night before the weekend


wasn't it just september?

the cat and i climb the outside stairs up all 3 floors and i sit on cold metal and pieces of pecan shells the squirrels have tossed, and the cat purrs loudly, happy to be up this high with me. we are almost in the trees and no one sees us, not even the stars.  the night is quiet and we have a bit of candlelight, but not enough to disturb the darkness. not enough to bother the owls.  we go quiet with the darkness.  i tell secrets only to her and no words are necessary.

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7 comments:

  1. this made me wish i had a little secret staircase to climb. closer to the stars is always a good thing. :)

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  2. Sweet-they don't need words when there is a connection. And that knowing look they give you followed by the loud purring to let you know that all will be well...

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  3. this is absolutely beautiful writing....

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  4. Lovely; the quiet of candlelight never disturbs.

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  5. October seems to have snuck up on us once again...

    Noodle and crewq

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