Look at that. What a treat. Like winter without any sleet. . It's getting late. But we're still on our feet. Let's stay awake so I can hear you speak.
I'm not in love with the plans you've made. You know I'm afraid and you play on it. But I'm tempted to take whatever I can make from it. . My mouth is open but my eyes are closed.
The nights are getting longer and the days are getting warmer. And so are you. Warmer on the trail to create a fairy tale or two. Your story's so hypnotic, charismatic.