Happy Sunday . . . Happy December!
December 1, 2013 1 Comment
The autumn twilight turned into deep and early night as they walked. Tristran could smell the distant winter on the air—a mixture of night-mist and crisp darkness and the tang of fallen leaves…. the crescent moon hung white in the sky and the stars burned in the darkness above them. ~Neil Gaiman, Stardust
Until next time, LAF