On hot tea and cold nights

I'm reading Showdown. I'm alone in my room. I have some very delicious tea, and the window is open. I can hear the cars racing down the high way. They never stop, even into the wee hours of the morning. The only thing that could make this moment more perfect is if I had someone close that I love to share it with.

'If only one of you had followed me, the heavens would not have been able to contain my cries of joy.'


thus saith the lord.


goodnight.