The moon was a gorgeous shade of Amber tonight: softly gracing the eastern horizon, slightly bent, sad looking (if you ask me); yet Mr. Man in the Moon spoke to my heart tonight and, well, I didn't understand him very well at all but promised, as if any promise from me might help at all, that, I still adore him and worship him in the nighttime skies when he's got the time to hang out with me.
In other urgent news:
New Years eve looks promising because guess what?
Summer will be here soon.
