December 6, 2009 by Edith. Restless now, I stood up and walked over to the window to look out upon the now black hills through which a stream gurgled its way over rocks and stones singing a lullaby to any who cared to listen. Every now and then the white light of the moon shone down upon its cold waters, casting an otherworldly glow upon it. How did I get there? .

Posted by senua under Life. I remember when Project Alabama started. all in Alabama, the brainchild of Natalie Chanin, a fashion designer. And then i forgot about it. there are recipes as well as projects in the book.

This 16-story tower is home to prominent downtown office residents including Bank of America. Undergoing renovations, this skyscraper will expand its retail presence on Piazza Bergamo, add flexible office space, and many tenant amenities.

Strange, Unusual and Sometimes Mundane. A couch be a portal,yet. Why I was now outside. I stood, lost and confused. Until I heard maniacal giggles. My brother will rue the day. His curiosity got the best of him.

August 5, 2010 by keeperofdreams. I awake, drenched in moonlight and memories of you. The window, a porthole to the sky, shows me that slice of brilliant heaven. My lover is close, breathing softly; I pull you closer. Like time, the scimitar moves on; my window darkens, my skin is no longer bathed in its light. I turn, searching for a glimpse of silver; but like you, it is no more within the reach of my sight. But outside, as within, the essence and the glow remain. I did not write today.