It's snowing softly outside right now. We awakened to this. It was a surprise. The Mistress is waiting for the roads to clear before she ventures out to work.
This is the conversation with the Mistress:
TheEunuchHorn [7:54 AM]: How is the snow there?
PnDragon7 [7:54 AM]: White and fluffy <grin>
PnDragon7 [7:58 AM]: I was going to say I really couldn't answer for the snow, you would have to ask it, but I decided not to....
TheEunuchHorn [7:58 AM]: <looks over my glasses at you>
She has the patience of Job.
I remember a late winter's gentle snow once. In a cottage, by a lake, with my beloved. We stood on the deck at evening time as it gently started to flurry. It was magical. We were enchanted, mainly with each other. That wasn't the night we exchanged rings though. It was just enchanted. The whole evening, from the dinner I made us, to the overflowing bubbles in the Jacuzzi, to the massage by the fire place, it was simply enchanting. I have never been so in love before or since. Never so totally enchanted with another being.
Some enchanted evening, when you find your true love
when you hear her call you across a crowded room,
then fly to her side and make her your own
or all thru your life you may dream all alone!
Once you have found her,
never let her go!
You gotta love Rogers and Hammerstein. They wrote the kind of music that makes people do neurotic things. Like try to never let her go when she feels compelled to go. Better to dream all alone than to be psychotically neurotic you know? Better to let your (insert metaphor here) fly away and be free you know?
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