Literature is a beautiful word.

Sometimes magic comes in sunshine and sometimes it comes in ice crystals.

Today it came in a Stick-Shift-Samauri. That's a Jeep, my friends, and that means I CAN stick shift it sweetly through the snow.

I feel like I am unintentionally hissing.

I also made spaghetti, made my bed, made 10th graders smile and made 12th graders groan.

A full day I say. I'm going to my parents' home tomorrow and for the weekend and my heart feels warm with anticipation.

It's nothing abnormal ... but particularly now ... 

in the still of the twilight that

curls round my chest;

with the lift of the lash

and heart's hum in my breast,

My sigh's the conclusion

that wears the sky thin

and the snowflakes (like starlight),

Breathe--Zak: 

and Miss--him.