"Double, double toil and trouble; fire burn and cauldron bubble."
~ William Shakespeare, from Macbeth
The lamppost just clicked on, delicately lighting the path to our house. What a perfectly snug evening. Munchkin has perched herself upon the arm of the couch and gently chews her paw, my coffee pot hisses, and I'm sitting in complete calm and quiet. This is the life I love.
All I can hear are the sounds of cars rushing by, leaving sprays of water in their wake. Occasionally, the sound of a horn echoes in the distance, or I notice the firing up of the heater as it practices for its winter marathon.
I sip my java and gaze around, taking in the tender glow of flickering candles. How marvelously cozy it feels. I think I'll reach for my handmade afghan and cover my chilly toes. I'll be needing those fuzzy socks sooner rather than later.
My eyes fall upon one of my favorite childhood stories-- a classic bedtime read.
By Frank Asch
Looking at it makes me hope that all the mamas and papas take time to read to their little ones. happy sigh
And I realize, that even from a young age, I expressed possessive tendencies.
I also come to understand that I found it necessary to catalogue my books in my inaginative, personal library. It seems as if this particualr book only got checked out once.
Oh gosh. I love that book.