Like waves on the sea, I was just where I should be
I had a quiet birthday with my parents and my husbands and autumn. Just before sunset, ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
rushthatspeaks and spatch and I walked a meandering loop of the Great Meadows that took us past the low-tussocked marsh that was dry hollows in last summer's drought, a soft-winged owl taking flight after prey, and an office chair sitting empty in a stand of pines, exactly like an invitation to avoid.
Evening in the water. Everything smelled like cold earth, leaf-fall, ground-fall, moss. It smelled wild. The birds were calling through the twig-tangled trees in a way that Angela Carter would have recognized. There was lichen on the dry stone walls.
Me in the evening. Taken by Rob, with Rush standing behind him.
choco_frosh had gotten me Peter Davison's Is There Life Outside The Box?: An Actor Despairs (2016). nineweaving sent the 25th anniversary edition of John Crowley's Little, Big (1981) exquisitely wrapped in the Great Wave off Kanagawa. The short stack of books also contained Eckart Frahm's Assyria: The Rise and Fall of the World's First Empire (2023), R.B. Lemberg's Everything Thaws (2023), and Sarah Monette's A Theory of Haunting (2023). My niece made a tele-appearance in her pneumatically eared unicorn hat. The cake was marmalade, decorated with whipped cream like the candle-whiskered face of a cat. I am not sure anyone got a picture of the smoldering rose of the sunset glimpsed between houses as we walked back for dinner, but it was spectacular. It felt like October.
rushthatspeaks and spatch and I walked a meandering loop of the Great Meadows that took us past the low-tussocked marsh that was dry hollows in last summer's drought, a soft-winged owl taking flight after prey, and an office chair sitting empty in a stand of pines, exactly like an invitation to avoid.
Evening in the water. Everything smelled like cold earth, leaf-fall, ground-fall, moss. It smelled wild. The birds were calling through the twig-tangled trees in a way that Angela Carter would have recognized. There was lichen on the dry stone walls.
Me in the evening. Taken by Rob, with Rush standing behind him.
choco_frosh had gotten me Peter Davison's Is There Life Outside The Box?: An Actor Despairs (2016). nineweaving sent the 25th anniversary edition of John Crowley's Little, Big (1981) exquisitely wrapped in the Great Wave off Kanagawa. The short stack of books also contained Eckart Frahm's Assyria: The Rise and Fall of the World's First Empire (2023), R.B. Lemberg's Everything Thaws (2023), and Sarah Monette's A Theory of Haunting (2023). My niece made a tele-appearance in her pneumatically eared unicorn hat. The cake was marmalade, decorated with whipped cream like the candle-whiskered face of a cat. I am not sure anyone got a picture of the smoldering rose of the sunset glimpsed between houses as we walked back for dinner, but it was spectacular. It felt like October.
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Thank you! It is a necklace: it is an onyx cowrie with a compass inset into it, reverse-engineered with my father in 2020 because I could not heist this artifact. (We would have used a money cowrie as in the original, but the quarantine interfered with international orders and we had similar trouble locating a reliable compass of suitably minute size.) The sweater is sleeveless and was knitted by
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Also, handmade sweaters (whether sleeveless or not) are the best, and those are some lovely colors in the one you're wearing. <3