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correctiveshoes621An interesting night.
Waiting for hamburgers to cook, at half-past midnight. The night is fresh and clear, despite the rain, and the raindrops catch the light as they hang in a row - like Christmas lights - along the gutter of Peter's back porch roof. I lie back on the porch glider and breathe in the scent of the cooking food as it wafts out the just-opened kitchen window and I smile at the timeless sound of his mother chiding him, and wonder just how many of these nights we have left.
I build the castles and he examines them fearfully...then dismisses them, absently frowning..
He's dug in and built a literal wall..an oasis, in the sideyard. A ten-foot wooden room with two gates that boast lovely wrought-iron accoutrements. There is a place for the hot-tub, and pinlights and candles hanging in the trees, and sconces..and stars overhead.
*~*~*
He actually enjoyed 'The Lamb' and it was one of those, 'OMG I KNOW THIS SONG' things. Heh. Much freeze-framing and rewinding was done in honor of the Sacred Rael-Crotch, and all was happy and sweet.
'...Look at him..So young and just..so fuckin' wild..Look.'
'Eindringling' also got a huge thumbs-up. Heh.
It was the sweetest and corniest of fuzzy!moments to look over at him, towards the end of the dvd and see him all rumpled and sleeping peacefully. :)
*~*~*
He's taken pictures - really, really good, close-up pictures of the miniature snow-village and amusement park that he's mostly-made. Some of the stuff, he's bought..but quite a lot of it is piecemeal and painstakingly cobbled together from found items.
The hours, this has taken. Such peace, it's given.
It's a tiny perfect dreamworld, and it gives peace just to look at it. Each time I see it, I see different details..oh, the details.
Twinkly and sparkly. Tiny people ride forever a wee ferris wheel, lit for Christmas; while tiny skaters make their way around a shimmering mirror lake. There are houses lit from within and tiny lit lamposts and several bridges, all covered in snow. The carousel, the teacups. Silent and perfect and sweet, there are even cozy hideways for lovers to meet, and secret places...If you bend way down and peer through the covered bridge - you can see a tiny person in red, waving at the end, cut from a magazine.
I have to get those pics, here online.
*~*~*
We got SO messed up in the fog on the way home. Since I'd regaled him all night with mon Rael - it was only fair to be all helium-voiced euro on the crawl home..but a lot of it really suited the atmosphere.
Pink Floyd would have made more sense, really, though; and he agreed.
Waiting for hamburgers to cook, at half-past midnight. The night is fresh and clear, despite the rain, and the raindrops catch the light as they hang in a row - like Christmas lights - along the gutter of Peter's back porch roof. I lie back on the porch glider and breathe in the scent of the cooking food as it wafts out the just-opened kitchen window and I smile at the timeless sound of his mother chiding him, and wonder just how many of these nights we have left.
I build the castles and he examines them fearfully...then dismisses them, absently frowning..
He's dug in and built a literal wall..an oasis, in the sideyard. A ten-foot wooden room with two gates that boast lovely wrought-iron accoutrements. There is a place for the hot-tub, and pinlights and candles hanging in the trees, and sconces..and stars overhead.
*~*~*
He actually enjoyed 'The Lamb' and it was one of those, 'OMG I KNOW THIS SONG' things. Heh. Much freeze-framing and rewinding was done in honor of the Sacred Rael-Crotch, and all was happy and sweet.
'...Look at him..So young and just..so fuckin' wild..Look.'
'Eindringling' also got a huge thumbs-up. Heh.
It was the sweetest and corniest of fuzzy!moments to look over at him, towards the end of the dvd and see him all rumpled and sleeping peacefully. :)
*~*~*
He's taken pictures - really, really good, close-up pictures of the miniature snow-village and amusement park that he's mostly-made. Some of the stuff, he's bought..but quite a lot of it is piecemeal and painstakingly cobbled together from found items.
The hours, this has taken. Such peace, it's given.
It's a tiny perfect dreamworld, and it gives peace just to look at it. Each time I see it, I see different details..oh, the details.
Twinkly and sparkly. Tiny people ride forever a wee ferris wheel, lit for Christmas; while tiny skaters make their way around a shimmering mirror lake. There are houses lit from within and tiny lit lamposts and several bridges, all covered in snow. The carousel, the teacups. Silent and perfect and sweet, there are even cozy hideways for lovers to meet, and secret places...If you bend way down and peer through the covered bridge - you can see a tiny person in red, waving at the end, cut from a magazine.
I have to get those pics, here online.
*~*~*
We got SO messed up in the fog on the way home. Since I'd regaled him all night with mon Rael - it was only fair to be all helium-voiced euro on the crawl home..but a lot of it really suited the atmosphere.
Pink Floyd would have made more sense, really, though; and he agreed.
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Date: 2007-03-11 01:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-11 02:48 pm (UTC)...and I'm workin' on it..
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Date: 2007-03-11 01:54 pm (UTC)Eindringling kommt!
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Date: 2007-03-11 02:34 pm (UTC)...und legt seine Spur...