A Long Time Ago…

I know I am not the first to say this, but George Lucas cannot write romance to save his life. he writes romance the way Stephen King writes endings. As mentioned in my previous post, I am ill and sitting on my couch. Pretty as the snow covered Canadian landscape is, one does grow bored of looking out at it constantly...so I am now into Episode III of a Star Wars marathon. Lucas is second to none in writing multi-pronged battle scenes. He is the Master Jedi as he flashes between fights going on simultaneously in space, on the Endor Moon and the light saber duel in the new Death Star. However, watching the smile on Han's face after discovering that Luke is Leia's brother without so much as a double take... In the prequels, the romance [Read more...]

Lunar

Drifting home tonight as the wind a flurries push me on my way. Sign ahead says Newmarket is ahead, but I'm not convinced that is where I want to go. The Moon is in hiding tonight. Considering how bright it was for Solstice, it probably needs to recharge. Took the dog out a week ago, and it seemed as though she was mimicking the sun. Perhaps it was flirting. She was showing her bright feathers to reinitiate the chase across the sky. It was wonderful feeling her light across my face. Feeling her looking...and I cannot decide if she looks up at us, or down upon us. Either way, we should give her a show to make her smile and grow even brighter in the night sky.