Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Cleansing power of fire, moon and light through leaves.

1. Games night: We manage to escape Tim's dungeon without dying; and my character sets fire to the main monster with a strategic lantern to the face.

2. The shy moon peeps at us through a tangle of silvered clouds.

3. At the end of our drive, a streetlight shines through leaves.

Straight back in, persimmons and squabble.

1. In the small hours, I finish the e-book I've borrowed from the library and change it for the next one in the series. 2. We finish the...