aceblade's works for Saturday, January 15, 2011

stillness of a night's clean, crisp air, only soft, muttered echos choose to intervine here, illuminated bell-tower of St. Andrew's Cathedral, is seen a bit west, northwest, if one sits in this chair, cricket's tweet their message's, fair to say? they created what millions are doing every second of... Sign in to see full entry.

the smell of homeade soup cooking, the sounds Lily makes as she plays on the floor, the feeling after taking a long hot bath, the sight when your love walks thru the door, the hugs I get around my neck, and the angel kisses, eyelashes tickling my cheeks, laughter and laughing till it hurts, my first... Sign in to see full entry.