All the leaves are brown...and the sky is gray...

*sighs, looking out the window at the endless powdery whiteness; a chill seeps through the old wooden windowpanes...she hugs herself against it. This world is cold, barren... The coldest kiln to ever fire a piece of clay.*

(hmmph. Hell frozen over, indeed.)

*She is daydreaming of sunshine and palm trees...the shimmering desert air... the roaring purr of an engine, two wheels, and you between her legs....leaning into each bend and curve with you, as one body....wind in her hair.... the strangely clear dreaminess of the open road*

Ahhh, my love.... my heart, my strength.... I miss you so....


...soon...