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The streets were cold that night, making her pull up the blue paisly scarf around her neck a little more to shutter herself against the wind. The flickering light of the bistro called to her as she passed by, making her pause for a moment to press her hands against the glass of the window and peer inside.
A few candles at the table where people sat, some intwined in a rich miryad of conversation and rapt in their facination with one another, others still were tapping away frantically at their laptops while sipping on a beverage of some sort. A few empty tables, not many.

But their faces were blurry, even to her keen perceptions. She couldn't make out the lines of poorly applied make-up or find the details in someone's handbag. Her eyes, a light hazel colour and almost golden lupine, were fixed in a figure at the back, wearing a crisp blue outfit. He was holding a book, leafing through it as his eyes skimmed over the page with intensity. All sound had been drowned out, narrowed much like her vision was, until he moved.

It was like the fluttering of a bird's wings that made her startle, that made her pull back her hand from the window. She'd forgotten to breathe, to produce the moisture of air that came from human lungs in the cold. Her pale lips parted only breifly as the sensation began to well up within her.

Say his name...

There was a buzzing in her ear, something that made her pull it back to strain to hear as it was muffled, like someone had deliberately covered her hearing. It wasn't until someone had touched her that her focus was drawn back to so-called reality, and she blinked to clear her vision. She shook her head a moment, forcing out air from her lungs before she turned in the direction of movement next to her.

"'Scuse me miss? Can you spare some change?"

The bum must have asked a few times, and she wasn't sure how long she'd been standing there eyeballing the man in the back. Her silvery brows knit in confusion, and she turned one more time to look back to where she'd seen the man before, only to find him not there... or not within her feild of vision.

"Hey lady? You O.K?" the bum inquired, making Kaylin again turn her head to face him. This time it was his turn to frown, cocking his head in confusion. His sleeved hand reached up to his nose and began rubbing it, and Kaylin mimiced him, looking down at her sleeve to note there was blood.

Now she was not only confused, but now she was also irritated. Choking down a host of curses, she reached into her pocket and handed the bum a bill before pushing past him to move on, to figure out what it was that had happened and that she had seen. The bum started to blather about blessing her and thanking her for her generosity, but the only response he got was the sight of her back quickly leaving.

"Michael..." she whispered.

Winter again...

Winter again. Snow blankets everything and covers the dingy brown that the grass has become. I can still hear the whisper of the wind through the pine trees, which carries with it their delightful scent. It's not bad, being in the middle of no-where with naught but your thoughts to occupy yourself with. I've been craving this sort of solitude for a while, much like wild animals do when they've been force to run into cities for their food and hunting.

At least the Mukluks are warm, and certianly more waterproof than my sneakers were. Those things were on their last legs as it was, considering I bought them 7 years ago. Hard letting some things go; like giving up a pair of sandals that might have set their soles on the steps of the Parthenon in Greece. Shoes tell a story, much like souls do, much like scars and people do.

Problem is people are too self-centered half the time to even ask anymore, though I think on the issues of scars there's a reason for that. Scars often times have bad memories for people. They dreg up unresolved issues, deeply rooted in the emotional side of being.

Back to the trees again...

I can hear them whispering, almost like the voice of G_d does when He wants to tell you something.

I leave you now with lyrics from Edith Piaff, possibly my favourite chanteur:

Tu es Partout

Nous nous aimions bien tendrement
Comme s'aiment tous les amants
Et puis un jour tu m'as quittee
Depuis je suis desesperee
Je te vois partout dans le ciel
Je te vois partout sur la terre
Tu es ma joie et mon soleil
Ma nuit, mes jours, mes aubes claires

Tu es partout car tu es dans mon coeur
Tu es partout car tu es mon bonheur
Toutes les choses qui sont autour de moi
Meme la vie ne represente que toi
Des fois je reve que je suis dans tes bras
Et qu'a l'oreille tu me parles tout bas
Tu dis des choses qui font fermer les yeux
Et moi je trouve ca merveilleux

Peut-etre un jour tu reviendras
Je sais que mon coeur t'attendras
Tu ne pourras pas oublier
Les jours que nous avons passes
Mes yeux te cherchent sans arret
Ecoute bien mon coeur t'appelle
Nous pourrons si bien nous aimer
Tu verras la vie sera belle...

Tu es partout car tu es dans mon coeur
Tu es partout car tu es mon bonheur
Toutes les choses qui sont autour de moi
Meme la vie ne represente que toi
Des fois je reve que je suis dans tes bras
Et qu'a l'oreille tu me parles tout bas
Tu dis des choses qui font fermer les yeux
Et moi je trouve ca merveilleux...

For writers_muses: Word Prompt

Luminous

Hanukkah has always been that time of year that typically gets intermingled with Christianity's Birth of Jesus. I'm sure in his time he had some wonderful ideas, but on the whole, that's all I believe he was. A guy with some great ideas in a time where the people were often oppressed.

Well, my people...
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OOC: Getting back on the horse...

I've been away for a while, only because school and work have completely killed my ability to write creatively. Kaylin took to a bit of wandering in my mind, but I think after today I'll be able to start writing for her again.

Keep a weather eye on the horizon...

OOC: Work sucks me dry...

My appologies for not keeping up to date with my journal.
Seems that work has been sucking me dry of time and creative content.

OOC: A Thank you...

I extend a thank-you to captain_breacan for giving me six monthes worth of paid account time.

Thank you so much, that was rightly awesome of you.
There will be squishy hugs for you in the future.

Names are powerful apparently



What Kaylin Means



You are a seeker of knowledge, and you have learned many things in your life.

You are also a keeper of knowledge - meaning you don't spill secrets or spread gossip.

People sometimes think you're snobby or aloof, but you're just too deep in thought to pay attention to them.



You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection.

You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive.

You have the classic "Type A" personality.



You are a free spirit, and you resent anyone who tries to fence you in.

You are unpredictable, adventurous, and always a little surprising.

You may miss out by not settling down, but you're too busy having fun to care.



You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.

You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.

Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.



You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.

You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.

You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.



You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.

You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.

You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.

Yoinked from badbobbybarnes

You entered: Kaylin Silverfurr
There are 16 letters in your name.
Those 16 letters total to 85
There are 5 vowels and 11 consonants in your name.

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Just a tad fucking creepy if you ask me.