Friday, November 16, 2007
The stars are smurred tonight. It is cold and the moon has set already. The sea whispers in the distance. The lighthouse sweeps the sky and moisture hangs high in the sky blurring the light from the lamps of the stars.
Each night when we walk now there are badgers or foxes prowling the paths of the village.
The house is warm and safe. Outside is cold and wild and crystal. One star fell from the sky and hung in the tree. Make a wish......