..friday night..

 
the wind whips and howls on this dark night
a chorus of brass wind chimes among the whistles
ye old oak witches sway hard..their movement sing the songs of ocean waves
cheap window panes creek and groan
this sweet match box mc mansion shakes and shimmies now and again
true soul vitamins
cozied up on my couch
soft lighting, laptop, tunes and poetry
incense wafting, tea steeping, fur babe at my feet
heart candy
does it get any better?