The lost soul neighborhood cats used to romp outside my window every summer evening. Unbearable. I hated it then because there was never any solace for sleep. But now? I would take to listening to Boo Radley, Scurvy, and Rickets at any chance over the sound of the winter wind's residue that is currently whipping around my eves.
Surrender. Balconies and sonnets. Sunny days and toads. Dress up clothes and dancing.
I think I write too much about the dear little ones in my life, but I cannot help it. They make me laugh so...when I really need to. I have discovered my niece is the most agreeable dancer. She trips around most advantageously in her princess shoes to almost any song (she gets embarrassed when I bust out my "running man" or my tag-team invention of the "double dutch" which I try to get Jay in on...but he gets rather bashful too).
Anyways, I cannot wait for sun and no more snow and slip n slide. And dancing is quite fun too.
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