t is sleeping after an awesome night together, it's my birthday weekend or the weekend before my 26th birthday, christmas is right around the corner and life is so perfect. A year ago I was recovering from one of the worsts times in my life. But all those long ago tragedies seem like they happened to someone else and right now, in the twilight hours, before the sun comes up and the gentle sound of t's snoring everything is perfect. This is my favorite time of day, where nothing is expected of us, nothing is pressing upon our time and we are free to either ponder the mysteries of the universe or if you're anything like me, listen to some Flogging Molly and enjoy the blogosphere.
the Archer, signing off from the wee hours of perfection