If both our lives were turned to dust, like kisses from the sand,
We’d fit no better mingled thus than we do hand in hand.
The way that I’m feeling, like an ocean in a lake,
And if I stopped to breathe now that would be my worst mistake,
So I’m breathless as a fire when I hear your rushing voice,
And I will love you ever if I’m given half a choice.
- “Falling for You”, Stephen Frost
Curled up with a big cup of coffee, Mr. Frost on the stereo and a crafty project in my hands; could a Friday morning be any more pleasant?
What is it? What will it be?
Mr. Bauman and I are going to see Fahrenheit 451 tonight, put on by the company that puts on English-language plays for school classes. I hope to be pleased, but expect to be disappointed – their A Midsummer Night’s Dream was a disaster.
Here I am talking about the Lange Nacht der Museen at Vagabondish.
Hey! Long time no see! I love your yarn color choice. Would be great to do some tandem-knitting at some point. And maybe a museum, since I read that you have a museum addiction too. Mine is more of the photo ilk, but I’m open-minded : )
(Hope the play is worth your while!)