#abohoannabelle

I’ve stayed awake to sing the midnight mass and now I’m wide awake to watch the stars come out. My santa years passed mighty fast, it seems to me tonight with sleep still far away--and what a waste that is, I think. I could be tabbing A to notch AB, or hanging tiny towels on tiny sinks, or ratcheting a chain or gluing leaves to train track trees, or at the very least retrieving toys from where I’d hidden them three months ago. Instead, the Pleiades and I are keeping company with wind and moon and all the timelessness of dark and stars and my provisioned heart by Dana Wildsmith