Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Thoughts, at rest.

Some of these wintr'y chilled nights are made to last forever and ever, where the conversation never lags and the food never stops and the furnace works itself into a half-frenzied overtime and there's no such thing as having to recharge. And there are discoveries to be made and hands to be held and blankets on top of blankets on top of stories shared and told. This is not one of those nights. There's a finish line. Sleep hits like an atom bomb, right about now.

That said, I sure love these days and nights where there's none of that work stuff. I'm getting used to all of that ilk just fine, thanks.

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