||[Nov. 29th, 2005|11:24 am]
Whole lotta labia.
Last night the temperatures were so warm it almost felt like early spring. There was this strong wind that kept blowing almost balmy all over the farm. The donkeys and horses kept getting scents of things that were unfamiliar at best and as such they were pacing and twitchy but every once in a while two of them would come upon each other and just lean against each other for a few long minutes. A bit of an anchor, probably. A familiar smell.|
This morning the wind was still howling and still warm but the rain had blown through and the sunrise was shades of pink and orange through little cracks in the clouds.
Every single bit of that reminded me of traveller for one reason or another.
Happy Birday, sugar. May your day bring you smiles and hope and smishes galore.