swing low, low, and carry me home

[harborshore]

I don't like the darkness this time of year (it's dark by 4 pm), but I do like the clear, cold nights and the stars and the moon. I took a walk the other evening, and right when Brendon Urie started singing "Hey moon, please forget to fall down," I looked up to see the moon, just a tiny sliver, settling in on the horizon. It's easy to be someone who romanticizes moments when things like that happen.

Today I randomly met a retired professor on the bus. She told me about her new book on child language acquisition (she's 79, good goddamn) and we both agreed that the very high-powered gentlemen who wrote the editorial on holding off on second-language classes for children until they turn 13 were perhaps "talking about something they weren't very well-versed in", as she put it. She was awesome and I kind of want to be her when I grow up.

Lastly, hey, tell me things? I'd do that fanfiction one, except I sort of do that when I post and ask for ficlet prompts (the next one will be in December), so anon meme it is. ♥

【ANOTHER ANON MEME】

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[harborshore.livejournal.com]

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[wasoncedelight.livejournal.com]

Earlier today I watched the moon rise from the third floor of my office building. Winter always puts me out of sorts like that. Also, this won't make any sense, but I'm gonna say it anyway: I was just saying the other day how much I miss that song, and now I have this lovely image of you listening to it and looking up at the sky, and that makes me happy. Thank you. ♥

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

It's odd, isn't it, how days and nights get all muddled together? And I think that makes perfect sense, or at least it does to me. ♥

[wasoncedelight.livejournal.com]

Pretty as it was, it just feels so WRONG to watch the moon come up from inside an office building. I should be HOME when that happens!

And I'm glad that made some sense to you. I haven't been able to listen to that song for a long time, and I think it's going to be a while yet before I can, but this helped. ♥

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

That is very true. I walked home and watched the full moon rise (gorgeously) above the trees, and it was 4 pm. And pitch black. RIDICULOUS.

I obviously don't know the context, but yes, it makes some sense. I'm so glad it helped. ♥

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

♥, darling. I agree--it does feel like it's been a lot longer than it has. And thank you, that's quite something, there. I always want to disclaim compliments, like, who, me?, you know? But I'm not going to this time--thank you. And you're a bright, bright thing--I'm really glad I know you.

[kickingrad.livejournal.com]

That sounds like a really lovely walk, romantic moment and all. I was once crossing a bridge in a rainstorm and listening to music, and I remember the sky was darkdarkdark with clouds and the river was this insane acid green shade in the stormlight and the bridge was yellow-painted wrought iron, and Northern Downpour came on and it fitted perfectly.

I was going to say it anon, but then I thought, hey, why not just say it? So: I feel like I've known you for much longer than I have because you're awesome and welcoming and thoughtful and I really enjoy reading what you have to say and your point of view on things, and I hope we get to know each other a lot better.

♥

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

Oh wow, that's quite something, yes. I fucking love storms, it's one of the things I miss the most about college, because the thunderstorms we got were legendary, all explosions and release.

And man, I'm at work right now, but I got this comment and opened it and beamed stupidly. Thank you, dearest, it's very much a mutual deal (I said as much in the Christmas card I wrote for you on Wednesday), and I hope we keep getting to know each other better at well. ♥, so much.