Tonight is a night for thinking. How long has it been since you last sat with your thoughts? Tonight lay out your plans, your dreams and expectations on the living room floor for only you to see. Sit there with an afghan pulled round your shoulder, listening to the way the soft, gentle thrumming of your music colors your background. Maybe have a glass of red, red wine or settle in for a cold winter's night with a mug of hot chocolate, topped with whipped cream. Savor the simple pleasures of just being in the moment as the moment occurrs. Tonight I am content to be here, at home by myself, with only my thoughts to keep me company.

The woods were made for the hunters of dreams
The brooks for the fisher of song
To the hunters who hunt for the gunless game
The streams and the woods belong.~ Sam Walter Foss

** 2-19-03 **
Someone has been reading way too much Sarah Ban Breathnach lately. We now return you back to reality.