Happy first of November, dudes. It is officially okay for me to start getting stupid excited about the holidays. This is the first time ever that I have an apartment big enough to get my own real Christmas tree & I fully intend to.
Last night I got to stand around a campfire in my Tigerlily feathers & my Indian blood felt right at home. We were way out in the country somewheres, & as Huck says, "The sky looks ever so deep when you lay down on your back in the moonshine." For the second time since I've lived here, I happened to glance up & there was a shooting star streaking across the entire blueblack sky.
It's times like those when I think I am more of a country mouse. But then I find something like this & I'm positively homesick for New York. It can be pretty beautiful when you aren't looking.
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