nighttiming

I am determined to stay up and read and write myself through the night.
somehow words come easier to me in the moon hours when there is owl dancing and stars whisper.
there is so much peace in the loneliness of black satin nights, I almost feel the planet shrinking to a size where you could see the sunrise fourty-four times a day, if only you moved your chair a little.
in my look-out there is tea made from fresh herbs and music so I will happily hazard those violet circles appearing under my eyes tomorrow, milk skin girl that I am.
on a side note (am I also chit-chatty at night?) my skin clearly is not made for the city so, in lack of a bottled up breeze from the sea side, I treated it with a homemade peeling of sugar and olive oil today and now I am all rosy-faced.
also, the pierces' video makes my yaya-heart dance and hope we'll get to enjoy some more days of indian summer.