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And then the wind...

The wind tonight is demonstrating itself as the primordial force of power that defines it at its most dramatic. I wish I had the descriptive prowess to draw you a picture, like you were here on the patio standing with me, watching.

Visual flashes of a tiff ended by a kiss whose entree has the intensity and velocity to push you both to the wall, hands wrapped in a tug at the nape hair as fingers cup and pillow and pull you head first, closer. And it all feels more like together falling than anything remotely violent.

And the wind is pushing the sky like that tonight. Clouds in streams that look like those time lapsed photos of retreating rush hour commutes in the night. Only sepia instead of neon.

It feels a lot like a metaphor night, albeit an overdone, trite and redundant one.

Heh.

In any event, I like the metaphor, so let's just agree to let it be. I have Traci Chapman doing The Thrill is Gone with BB King and the smoke of flirtatiously flickering candles warming me with french vanilla heaven.

Apropos Word of the Day:

loquacious
adj

1. Prone to continual talking.
2. Speaking, expressive
3. Apt to blab or disclose secrets.

syn
garrulous

Usage: A garrulous person indulges in long, prosy talk, with frequent repetitions and lengthened details; talkative implies simply a great desire to talk; and loquacious a great flow of words at command. A child is talkative; a lively woman is loquacious; an old man in his dotage is garrulous.

10:24 pm - 11.18.03
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