The pale yellow woods were waning, the broad steam in his banks complaining, heavily the low sky raining

I am so happy, happy, two for joy! I am in Saluda, N.C. reasoning within my brain why this should be so much more than just a keyboard-driven, self-gratifying post about the clouds in my coffee. The leaves are turning here, though some are still stubbornly green. As well as being breezy, it is also sun-filled skies and joyful shoutings. Though when night appears, I wrap myself in Grandma's woolen tartan and snuggle under the sky. I bested the moon at a game of star-lit chess last night. I love and miss all back in Greenwood and will be returning shortly. My love for Camille Claudel has been rejuvenated by a film Debby let me borrow. I had forgotten how greatly, deeply I admire and respect her as an artist and the strong influence she has on my own art. Only one for sorrow remember, and keep the lights burning.


I am now torn between my love of Blake and my love of Scott. Oh glorious, golden, flowing streamers!