Indian Summer

It's an indian summer, and I'm thinking about what I who I am and who I want to be.

For the love of spirals....

Remember this?

PUCK

Sometimes I watch House because of Robert Sean Leonard.

If we shadows have offended,

Think but this, and all is mended,

That you have but slumber'd here

While these visions did appear.

And this weak and idle theme,

No more yielding but a dream,

Gentles, do not reprehend:

if you pardon, we will mend:

And, as I am an honest Puck,

If we have unearned luck

Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,

We will make amends ere long;

Else the Puck a liar call;

So, good night unto you all.

Give me your hands, if we be friends,

And Robin shall restore amends.

a story...

the air is full of spices...

We recite scenes from Sense and Sensibility. We look out over the ocean. We dream. We speak. We love.

Emily...

I'm nobody!

Who are you?

Are you nobody, too?

Then there's a pair of us - don't tell!

They'd banish us, you know!
How dreary to be somebody!

How public like a frog

To tell one's name the livelong day

To an admiring bog!

I came upon a gift a friend gave my sister and I one Christmas when we were kids...ED's poems were hand-written on tea stained paper. It was that time of life when we watched Little Women and Sense and Sensibility, bicycled around in our skirts, laughed and giggled as we made home videos in Big Bear, and pretended to fight against the rain and wind with dramatic flair all the time.