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]

♥, 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.