Moody In A Pink Bow

❝Everything is soft, like a fresh oil painting. ❞

❝She smiled at me, and I felt a sudden burning tenderness for this creature so like fruit and roses. I desired her like blue water at dawn.❞

❝ A sliver of moon, like the white crescent of a thumbnail, floated in the dim. I was unused to those dreary autumn twilights, to chill and early dark; the nights fell too quickly and the hush that settled on the meadow in the evening filled me with a strange, tremulous sadness.❞

❝I am moonlight and moth flight, owl wing and wonder. I am flutter and flicker, last glimmer of twilight, first shimmer of starlight. I will take wing and dance in the shadow of moonbeams, for you my beloved, for you.❞

❝This is the seashore. Neither land nor sea. It’s a place that does not exist.❞

❝Your head is a living forest full of songbirds.❞

❝She came dancing home in the purple winter twilight across the snowy places. ❞

❝It's Christmas Eve. A time of mystery, expectations, who knows what might happen.❞

❝Tenderly treading through snow-swirls, hung with threads of snow-pearls.❞

Absolutely. 💕

❝Imagination, of course, can open any door - turn the key and let terror walk right in.❞

❝Some berries occur in sun, but they are smaller. It’s as I always told you: the best ones grow in shadow.❞

❝Black is the color of footsteps, frost, stillness, and tears.❞

❝Sorry is the Kool-Aid of human emotions. It's what you say when you spill a cup of coffee or throw a gutter ball when you're bowling with the girls in the league. True sorrow is as rare as true love.❞

❝Now all the trees asleep in the garden slip out of their bark and through thousands of pores the soil inhales the dizzy particles of the moon.❞

❝Evening: to walk into my house is to walk into dawn, into color, into music, into perfume, into magic, into harmony.❞